| Now and again you’ll remember the sound
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| Of the sails waving helpless
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| The cables wrapping one another into knots so strong
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| You’re lost at once if not tossed into the drink and lost beneath
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| A substance so dark yet elementary
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| Four winds converge upon a point where your compass
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| Spirals round in useless motions mocking everything
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| While bilge collects
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| Your cupped hands attempt to shovel out the last few inches
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| And you plead with the gods but they send you no sign
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| Hold on sailor, hold on brother
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| Steady the vessel
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| Hold on sailor
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| Steady the vessel
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| (telltale ghosts at sail)
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| Steady the vessel
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| Tall tales of ghosts at sail
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| They spend the afterlife
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| In futile calculation, dead reckoning
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| Telltales confuse the sails, direction is lost
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| The winds will spiral round a listless tapestry
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| And youre left all alone under the shine of the moon
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| Hold on sailor, tighten the cables
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| Telltale ghosts at sail
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| Steady the vessel
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| Its a good life if you don’t weaken
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| Telltale ghosts at sail
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| Its a good life (hold on)
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| If you don’t weaken (hold on)
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| Telltale ghosts at sail |