| We’re nothing but a ship of fools
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| Basking in our days of glory
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| We’re drifting on the open sea
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| Uncertain why the wind won’t blow
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| We’ve passed so many sinking friendships
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| So sure, that wouldn’t be our fate
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| How come, we didn’t see this coming?
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| Way oh way oh
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| From stern to bow, we’re singing land ho!
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| The boat is leaking but we won’t let go
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| We’ll keep on rowing while we’re running low
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| We’re just a bunch of lazy bones
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| Never worried about our future
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| We’re floating on some idle stream
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| Still hoping for a gentle breeze
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| We’ve seen the bravest men go under
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| So sure, that wouldn’t be our end
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| How come, we didn’t see this coming?
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| Way oh way oh
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| From stern to bow, we’re singing land ho!
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| The boat is leaking but we won’t let go
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| We’ll keep on rowing thought we’re running low
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| Way oh way oh
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| Keep singing land ho!
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| Way oh way oh
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| Keep singing land ho!
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| We’re more or less worriless
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| But drifting blind and rudderless
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| We must confess we’re one big mess
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| Way oh way oh
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| Way oh way oh
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| How come, we didn’t see this coming?
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| Way oh way oh
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| From stern to bow, we’re singing land ho!
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| The boat is leaking but we won’t let go
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| We’ll keep on rowing thought we’re running low |