| All was dark and the sky was still
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| A blinding mist closing in
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| Unconcerned the young captain fills
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| His whiskey glass to the rim, to the rim
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| Like a crystal cathedral afloat on the tide
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| Comes a mountain of ice on the course to collide
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| While passengers sleep thinking God’s on their side
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| Terra Titanic you’re lost to the sea
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| S.O.S. |
| if you can
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| Straight ahead lies your destiny
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| Soon you’ll sleep in the sand
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| Face to face the white giant, boat
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| Sweet dreams turn cold, time is up
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| Music plays as the sirens blow
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| The last boat had better luck, better luck
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| The rats have the sense to abandon the ship
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| While the captain adjusts his tuxedo a bit
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| With his glass raised up as the ice water hits
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| Terra Titanic you’re lost to the sea
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| S.O.S. |
| if you can
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| Straight ahead lies your destiny
|
| Soon you’ll sleep in the sand
|
| Terra Titanic you’re lost to the sea
|
| S.O.S. |
| if you can
|
| Straight ahead lies your destiny
|
| Soon you’ll sleep in the sand |