| Some days go by in the nautical heat
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| High seas, commands the fleet
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| When all of a sudden he froze as though hypnotized
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| By voices seductively sweet, beckoning
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| Lets go of himself and his routing
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| Something of a man possessed now about him
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| Tells his comrades proceed without him
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| He rows to the shore unsure of his ears
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| Unable to stray nor veer from his course
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| And the source of the sound draws near
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| Headlong into the song
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| Enchanted, abandons his last inhibitions
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| Headlong into the sultry song of the sirens
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| Reeling him into the island
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| Magnetism
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| I can’t resist her speech
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| Without moving her lips
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| I proceed with confidence as if filled with knowledge of her intent
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| Her relentless gaze has me in a daze
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| But what’s this? |
| More silhouettes visible through the mist
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| Finds himself engulfed in a swarm of the sweetest creatures
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| He ever had the pleasure of encountering, skin like silk
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| And the taste of the dew on their lips as they yield
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| Taking his plough to the field
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| Plentiful ripe for the harvest crop
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| Days fade to a haze and he savors every last drop
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| Many moons have come and gone
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| And although the lust is strong
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| It’s Ashira for whom I long
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| It’s all gone wrong
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| I bet Rongon has stopped the rebellion
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| I gotta be a man and go help them
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| I gotta get my boat to the coast
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| Or the whole thing is never gonna come together
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| I should’ve known better
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| I should’ve never had this endeavor
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| But whatever, I gotta make it count now
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| Gotta make the crown bow before me or bow out
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| Lay the plow down
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| Let the sound of the waves drown out temptation and sail now
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| Only one man in the land whom destiny chose that could conclude the tale now
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| Through delirium he knew what to do
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| Reclaim sidium, command the troops
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| The rocks on the sands will proudly stand
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| When he docks in his homeland anew
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| Despite his brief lapse of the flesh
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| Induced by the sirens song
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| They’ll know his name when he meets dry land
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| And they’ll know it when he gone |