| Neptune’s the scary soldier who always wants to show you his gun
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| A drum beat beyond my champagne sparkle kick and snare
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| From the edge of the world where the waltzes play
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| I’m on my way
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| The North Sea ferry shudders all along its iron wall
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| Full of soldiers who mob the bar where I’m trying to sleep
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| Who drink toasts to those who can’t believe any more
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| I’m on my way
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| My sunsets are all one-sentence postcards
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| I can see you holding them in your beautiful hands
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| As I hold my nose to the heart I always betray
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| I’m on my way
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| Past the container port floodlights and the mountains of souls
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| Past abandoned sailboats, rotten sticks and stones
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| Past the lighthouse, the land’s last shining hope
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| Sneaking towards the edge of the world, hoping to live beyond our sins
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| And you can’t feel the ship move but you can see the earth spin
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| Into a darkness like a fist that absorbs everything we try
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| Maybe I’m finally about to see what’s right before my eyes
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| I’m on my way
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| You should be here instead of me
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| You could always love your enemy
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| I was born with no love for anything but I can’t look away
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| I’m on my way |