| Built to walk the plank
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| No wagons this time
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| Just sails ships and hearts
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| We’ve crossed the maps of punk rock
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| And taken all we mock
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| And tied it up with ropes around our hands
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| We’re going to take this to our graves
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| (To our sea graves)
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| The Pacific Ocean is a lot warmer
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| Where the anchors sleep sound
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| Our religion is better
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| Where we can’t preach and hound
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| Down here the tombstones are so beautiful
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| With such perfect quotes
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| Died trying to save this ship
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| «Died trying to save the saviors
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| Who were out to save the world.» |