| I can’t pay no token or cross to my love.
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| No, someone’s bound to come, they ain’t savin anyone.
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| I’ve seen men die out here.
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| Well, pack my bones inside the sack and ship me off.
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| Gotta find someone I love, at Harlot’s Bluff, but she don’t pray for me
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| I say The Sweden don’t stop til the evening sky.
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| Well, the boat keeps tippin and the waves are high.
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| I said The Sweden don’t stop til the evening sky
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| Well, you could come away with me, it won’t be long.
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| This might be tossin on, the spirit is all gone.
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| But he’s a lively one.
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| Well, walk the streets with worn out shoes and cry for me.
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| I’m somewhere lost at sea, where I was meant to be.
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| And she don’t wait for me
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| I say The Sweden don’t stop til the evening sky.
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| Well, the boat keeps tippin and the waves are high.
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| I said The Sweden don’t stop til the evening sky
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| You don’t believe in boats or guns, but I believe in Harlot’s Bluff.
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| You don’t believe in what you stole.
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| We never said we were the chosen ones, but there’s waves out here that can bite
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| this sun.
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| We never said we were the chosen ones
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| Dead hands, heart beats.
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| No one gonna save you, throw yourself overboard and sail away.
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| Hands out, hearts sweet, they’ll find us a new slaver and say, «Wow, what I price we must have paid.» |