| 17 dead men laid to rest
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| All of them headed for the devil’s chest
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| Plenty more coming so they confess
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| That they’ll make it all up with the ones they have left
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| Only 19 when he changed his fate
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| Stole his soul back from the devil’s grave
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| Swore to himself that his life would change
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| But then 23 came and it was still the same
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| Cuz we’ve all be sleeping
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| Left to our dreaming at sea
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| But our ship is sinking
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| Like all of our meaning asleep
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| Asleep we are just
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| A few years shy from a better life
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| A few more lies, it’ll be alright
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| Doesn’t really matter if it’s what’s inside
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| How many dead men do we have left?
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| What’ve we done if we die tonight
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| What’ve we won if we never fight
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| What’ve we lost if we never try
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| How many lies will you tell yourself next?
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| 25 sinking on the devils ship
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| The hull’s bleeding water and the crew is sea sick
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| How many feet will our dead souls dig
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| Before we give it all and we glorify His?
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| Each day forward as he filled his own cup
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| He couldn’t sleep sober so he fell asleep drunk
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| 8 years passed into the devil’s depth
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| Then 33 came and he had less than half left
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| Wake up.
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| This ship is about to sink
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| Stay with me now.
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| Wake up
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| You’ve been lying here sound asleep |