| If on every ocean the ship is a throne
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| And for each mast cut down
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| Another sapling is grown
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| Then I could believe that I’m bound to find
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| A better life than I left behind
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| But as you ascend the ladder look out below where you tread
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| For the colours bled as they overflowed
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| Red, white and blue, green, white and gold
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| So I had to leave from my country of birth as for each child grown tall
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| Another lies in the earth and for every rail we laid in the loam
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| There’s a thousand miles of the long journey home
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| But as you ascend the ladder look out below where you tread
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| For the colours bled as they overflowed
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| Red, white and blue, green, white and gold
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| But as you ascend the ladder look out below where you tread
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| For the colours bled as they overflowed
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| Red, white and blue, green, white and gold
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| Red, white and blue, green, white and gold |