| Slow we go and slow we rise
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| Hold the course, the stormy isle
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| Dark abode, batter my sails
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| Waves are strong, clouds roll in
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| Steady on, hold your gun
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| Steady on, end will come
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| The sky is red, I see the face
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| Of the one who’ll take my place
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| I say a prayer and close my eyes
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| My aim is true, the bullet flies
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| Steady on, load your gun
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| Steady on, end will come
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| Steady on, load your gun
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| Steady on, end will come
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| Steady on, load your gun
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| Steady on, end will come
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| Steady on, load your gun
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| Steady on, end will come
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| The seeds we sow, the fruit we reap
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| Tide of death is rising
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| Ain’t no grave can hold me down
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| One foot in hell, one sacred ground
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| Steady on, end will come
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| Steady on, end will come
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| Oh, steady on, end will come
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| Oh, steady on
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| Steady on, end will come
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| Steady on, end will come
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| Oh, steady on, end will come
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| Oh, steady on
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| End will come
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| The tale is told, my fate is writ
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| And I weep, it starts again |