| Sewing your name into the fabric of sails
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| I sail out into the deep water
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| Ghosts of her glide abeam
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| Within me stirs a searching for
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| The light after the light goes down
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| Found your name sewn into the fabric of sails
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| Victress! |
| Victress!
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| The compass fails
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| Our unanchored feet must burn new trails
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| In these times that try men’s souls
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| No darkness may illuminate this light
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| Lay axe to root of all that lingered in this night
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| Accept the reasons to return have washed away
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| For the land has been devoured by the depths of my deceit
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| The separate schools of thought, the waves have lied to me
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| If my soul has been devoured by the life I’ll never see
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| Speed means everything
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| ‘Cos fate can’t match the speeds of ocean greyhounds
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| I don’t care how long it takes to get back
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| ‘Cos they can’t match the speeds
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| And I’ve been lost for some time
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| As 243 repeats
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| This voyage speaks for itself
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| The distance, self defeat
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| How long it takes to get back
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| They can’t match the speeds
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| And speed means everything
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| ‘Cos fate can’t match the speeds of ocean greyhounds
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| They can’t match the speeds |