| Our bow cannot be seen
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| From where we stand on the stern fog has taken everything
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| The men’s faces show their concern
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| The cold is worse that we feared
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| I despair the end of my years
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| The more it stings the more I try
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| Keep waking up each time I die a little death I cry
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| A thousand leagues a million miles
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| The secrets buried in the vault beneath the oceans wide
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| This beacon’s light has burned for as long as I’ve known
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| Though tonight the horn must bring us in
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| For the tower ceases to glow dare we raise our anchor
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| Let the tide have its way
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| When waves crash on shores unseen jagged reefs calling our names
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| The more it stings the more I try
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| Keep waking up each time I die a little death I cry
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| A thousand leagues a million miles
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| The secrets buried in the vault beneath the oceans wide
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| This beacon’s light has burned for as long as I’ve known
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| Though tonight the horn must bring us in
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| For the tower ceases to glow dare we raise our anchor
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| Let the tide have its way
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| When waves crash on shores unseen jagged reefs calling our names |