| The rain was blowing
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| The lightning cracked
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| All the windows smashed
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| With sails scorched or barely there
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| All our hopes were dashed
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| With tethered lines and planking charred
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| The ship stayed on its course
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| Our fires lit, the clouds around,
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| And we felt deep remorse
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| But the crew stayed at its post
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| And the Captain at his wheel!
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| We all endured the wrath of fate
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| But thought our fate was sealed
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| A chain’s as weak as its weakest link
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| And rust did cut us through
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| But strength in arms and hearts and heads
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| Held 'cause our course was true
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| A traitor lay within our midst and stirred unrest within
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| From vanity or selfishness or any other sin
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| With fires set and lanyards cut
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| The traitor did jump ship
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| And left the blazing falling corpse
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| Of vessel in our grip
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| But the crew stayed at its post
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| And the Captain at his wheel!
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| We all endured the wrath of fate
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| But thought our fate was sealed
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| A chain’s as weak as its weakest link
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| And rust did cut us through
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| But strength in arms and hearts and heads
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| Held 'cause our course was true
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| And down we plunged, a fireball
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| A skeletal frame of ash
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| With airbags burst three thousand feet
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| All our hopes were dashed
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| Nothing could keep that ship aloft
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| So, so down we crashed
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| Five hundred fathoms down we fell
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| Toward briny deep we splashed!
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| But the crew stayed at its post
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| And the Captain at his wheel!
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| We all endured the wrath of fate
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| But thought our fate was sealed
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| A chain’s as weak as its weakest link
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| And rust did cut us through
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| But strength in arms and hearts and heads
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| Held 'cause our course was true
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| The ocean hit like wall of stone
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| The creak of timbers like banshee’s moan
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| But through the resolve of the Captain’s crew
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| Waves broke bow and then withdrew
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| The mast was charred but still so strong
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| So sails we did raise
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| The windows gone above waterline
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| The water quenched the blaze
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| With lightning bolts quite far aloft
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| And gentle wind below
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| The Captain’s crew and battered ship
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| Sailed into sunset’s glow
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| But the crew stayed at its post
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| And the Captain at his wheel!
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| We all endured the wrath of fate
|
| But thought our fate was sealed
|
| A chain’s as weak as its weakest link
|
| And rust did cut us through
|
| But strength in arms and hearts and heads
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| Held 'cause our course was true
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| But strength in arms and hearts and heads
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| Held 'cause our course was true |