| Morning is coming and I must away
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| Over the green fields of the sea
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| No man can tell you, no no man can say
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| Oh the monsters and mirages are waiting for me
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| I pack up my feelings, I store all my hurt
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| I lock up my heart in an old memory
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| Walk down the gangplank and walk down the aisle
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| Walk a mile in my shoes up the rocks and the scree
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| I’ve been undermined, I’ve been undefined
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| I’ve been so inclined and I’ve been so lonely
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| I’ve been underfed and I’ve nearly been bled
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| And I’ve been nearly dead and I nearly been free
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| I’ve been a woman and I’ve been a man
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| And I’ve been a child when I shouldn’t be
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| I’ve been a winner and a sinner and saint
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| And I’ve been had for dinner and the third degree
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| But I saw the cannon and I saw the flash
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| As I smelt the fear and the melted debris
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| But the privateer is still waiting here
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| There were islands of women as dark as the night
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| And cannibals and kings and things unholy
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| But the privateer is still waiting here
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| During the voyage around capes of ice
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| The sea serpents hissed as it crushed us like mice
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| And the balmy nights of Shangri-Las
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| Drunk on pink gin and the old jealous stars
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| They rationed the water and the daughters of the chief
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| And medals for heroes and whips for the thief
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| In the admiral’s cabin with his grand chandelier
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| But the privateer is still waiting here
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| There were maps of the stars that guided our keel
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| And dolphins and seals swam the uncharted sea
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| But the privateer is still waiting here |