| Take me on a trip to the North Sea,
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| I want to hang myself in the North Sea,
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| From a trawler’s rope in the North Sea,
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| They got Norwegian crude oil in the North Sea
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| But there are sea snakes and eels and serpents,
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| And Viking gold lurking under the surface,
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| And the wreckage from the battle of Jutland,
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| Which took place 31 May 1916
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| Music, Music, Music, Music, Music
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| Music, Music, Music, Music, Music
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| Darling, let’s set sail for the North Sea,
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| Leave behind your house and family,
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| We’ll sacrifice ourselves to the North Sea,
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| He’ll never find you,
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| And they’ll never find me
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| But there are sea snakes and eels and serpents,
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| And Viking gold and so much more,
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| Oh and it won’t take me long to give in to the temptation of it’s allure
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| Music, Music, Music, Music, Music
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| Music, Music, Music, Music, Music
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| Dark clouds loom, the weather’s changing,
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| From the sea’s splendour, I see death surging,
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| The sharks can smell it and I sense them circling
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| And through it all, I hear sirens singing
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| Music, Music, Music, Music, Music
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| Music, Music, Music, Music, Music
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| If the soul and the body are one
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| A body of water must make two
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| My soul is longing to be free
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| But my body keeps on longing for the
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| Music, music, music music music |