| Welcome to all, climb aboard
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| To the biggest luxury that man has build
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| Sail far away for a new horizon, everyone’s invited
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| All alone on the ocean they declined
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| The warnings that they’ve got
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| «Iceberg ahead, if you turn it’s too late»
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| But no one cared
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| Over two thousand souls on this floating kingdom
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| Reaching for newer skies and horizons
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| Far away you hear them say
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| Save our souls, come and take us away
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| We are all alone
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| Nobody hears when we’re calling
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| Terror on the middle sea
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| Is this it, the voyage of our dreams?
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| Twelve o’clock, Southampton
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| Tenth of April nineteen hundred twelve
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| All alone on the ocean for one week
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| Until they’ll reach their destination
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| So many great expectations
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| Oh so many questions heard
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| «Is it true what they say?»
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| Then we’ll go down and pray
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| For all their lives
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| Then the night closes in and the only light
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| Is the moon that shines on the sea
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| Up ahead in the distance something
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| Great and white appears to be
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| Iceberg ahead, they tried to lean
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| To starboard side in the night
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| Our glorious kingdom, lost at sea forever
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| Left for sea that shiny day, no one saw her again
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| Carved in all our memories, we remember you
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| Is this it, the voyage of our dreams? |