| Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn
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| It’s time to haul the anchor up and leave the land astern
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| We’ll be gone before the dawn returns
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| Like voices on the wind
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| Go and tell Lord Grenville that our dreams have run aground
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| There’s nothing here to keep us in this shanty town
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| None of us are caring where we’re bound
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| Like voices on the wind
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| And come the day you’ll hear them saying
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| «They're throwing it all away»
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| Nothing more to say
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| Just throwing it all away
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| Go and fetch the captain’s log and tear the pages out
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| We’re on our way to nowhere now, can’t bring the helm about
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| None of us are left in any doubt
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| We won’t be back again
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| Send a message to the fleet, they’ll search for us in vain
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| We won’t be there among the reaches of the Spanish Main
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| Tell the ones we left home not to wait
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| We won’t be back again
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| (Won't be back again…)
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| And come the day you’ll hear them saying
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| «They're throwing it all away»
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| Nothing more to say
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| Just throwing it all away
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| Our time is just a point along a line
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| That runs forever with no end
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| I never thought that we would come to find
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| Ourselves upon these rocks again
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| Oh no…
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| Go and tell Lord Grenville that the tide is on the turn |