| Focus on the horizon, men
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| Should you grow seasick
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| But don’t expect silhouettes
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| Of rescuer ships coming
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| Coming, they aren’t coming for us
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| We’ve got prices on our heads
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| And millstones around our necks
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| We try to live forgiven but they won’t let us forget
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| The bodies we’re still in
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| The bodies that we still war against
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| Son, this is it, this is it
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| You’re gonna sink for your sins
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| Unless grace be the wind
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| Son, this is it, this is it
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| We’re all sinking for our sins
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| Unless grace be the wind
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| Forget about being honest
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| Forget about being passionate
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| Wear that smile like you feel it
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| Even when you don’t
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| Forget about being honest
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| Forget about being passionate
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| I think they forgot about Jesus
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| Seeking us out
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| In the bodies we’re still in
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| The bodies we still war
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| Son, this is it, this is it
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| You’re gonna sink for your sins
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| Unless grace be the wind
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| Son, this is it, this is it
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| We’re all sinking for our sins
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| Unless grace be the wind
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| To fill our sails |