| 13 horses swimming in the sea
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| Waiting for someone to find them
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| Their ship is gone
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| and now they are alone
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| With water everywhere around them
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| The men were saved
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| from the sinking ship
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| Right before it started to burn
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| And while they’re safe
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| their loyal friends need help
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| Patiently waiting for their turn
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| 13 horses swimming in the sea
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| They don’t even know it’s pointless
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| Their pride remains
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| but this time it won’t help
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| They used to be so tall
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| and sudennly they’re small
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| There’s a couple waiting far behind
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| So they will be out of sight
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| But then who cares —
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| they’re dying anyway
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| All of them are doomed this night
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| 11 horses swimming in the sea
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| The sea they thought was just a river
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| They’re used to this
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| it’s probably just a race
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| That helps to ease their minds
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| but where’s the finish line
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| The night grows dark
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| the body wants to rest
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| It hurts to breathe
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| and still they do their best
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| They want to live
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| no matter for how long
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| Their thoughts all disappeared
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| ‘Cause now they’re really scared
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| 7 horses struggling in the sea
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| Waiting for someone to find them
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| They don’t look back
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| ‘cause what’s the point of that
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| There is only death behind them
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| They cry for help
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| but help will never come
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| They don’t know where to swim
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| or what they’re swimming from
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| They try to swim some more
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| when panic starts to spread
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| They’re swimming in to shore
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| but only in their heads
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| The 3 last horses
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| Dying in the sea
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| Shouting out their cries but no one
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| They’re born to win
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| they’re screaming in their hearts
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| The strength of thousand men
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| They’re fighting to the end
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| The sun is out
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| Birds are everywhere
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| They’re flying high
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| surfing in the air
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| It’s nice to live
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| when life is such a blast
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| One horse that swims
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| it seems to be the last
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| The thirteenth horse
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| has always been the best
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| His honour will be proud
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| But now he wants to rest
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| He’s longing for his home
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| The girl will give him food
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| «Good boy» — she’ll say
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| together they will play
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| 13 horses swimming in the sea
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| Soon they will be gone forever
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| And while they swim,
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| One thing still remains
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| And that’s the hope that never dies
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| It never dies
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| It never dies |