| There’s a shadow across the land
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| There’s a hatred and a hunger, and it’s hard to understand
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| How we fell so far from where we began
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| There’s a stumble now in our step
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| There’s blood in the phlegm, there’s a lump in the breast
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| There’s a smell of sickness on our breath
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| There’s a dread deep down in our bones
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| Something is finished, abandon your homes
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| Strike out into the great unknown
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| But there are no new continents to be found
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| No new frontiers to cross, no gold in the ground
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| Stay with the boats, lest ye be drowned
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| Save what you can
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| Behind us the old world in flames
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| Lower the lifeboats, take the tiller
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| Steer the way
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| There are stories now worth being told
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| There are victories to grasp more valuable than gold
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| That we will speak of to our children when we’re old
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| There are battles now worth being fought
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| There are lessons to be learned and later to be taught
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| There are soldiers on the field who can’t be bought
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| There’s a clarity now in our view
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| From the prow we see far, all that’s old now is new
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| Free at last, we know what we must do
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| There is hope now in the wind
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| And the millions who are marching demanding we be kind
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| And the new lands the lifeboats might find
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| Save what you can
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| Behind us the old world in flames
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| Lower the lifeboats, take the tiller
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| Steer the way
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| Save what you can
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| Lower the lifeboats, steer the way
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| Find surer ground, over the horizon, through the waves
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| Steer a clear course to a new world, to a new day
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| Save what you can
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| Lower the lifeboats, steer the way |