| Each man has a soul
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| That struggles to escape
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| And in the shallows of his dreams
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| We can often see its wake
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| For we all have our secrets
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| That we all keep deep inside
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| Away from light, in darkest night
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| Where it’s always safe to hide
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| Away from all that we should meet
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| Less someone else should share
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| That thing that hides inside our soul
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| That we pray was never there
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| And out upon that ocean
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| A lifetime from the shore
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| Miguel stood his night watch
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| Recalling everything he saw
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| For he was a deckhand
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| Aboard the «maersk dubai»
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| He had sailed her round the world
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| From hamburg to sendai
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| But this trip had been different
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| More than any he had known
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| For on board there was an evil
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| And the evil had been shown
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| For halfway through this voyage
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| They had found two stowaways
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| That the captain had thrown in the sea
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| And left them to the waves
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| And when he tried to close his eyes
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| And pretend he did not know
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| The evil did not go away
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| But used the time to grow
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| For later on that same trip
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| They found a stowaway once again
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| But the captain soon met this one too
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| And brought him to the same cold end
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| He wondered what that boy thought inside
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| Before that final sleep
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| When water was all that was around
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| And his lungs had screamed breathe deep
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| He wondered what went through his mind
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| As he gasped for air
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| And the last moment when he prayed for help
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| To find nobody there
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| He wondered to himself
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| If he could have been the one
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| To stand up at that moment
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| And say this cannot be done
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| To stand up to the captain
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| And say this thing it cannot be
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| But there is nothing closer to god on earth
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| Than a captain on the sea
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| And he was just a deckhand
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| With no right to plead the case
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| Of this stranger in their midst
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| And so he kept his place
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| And what is done is done
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| And undone cannot be
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| And so he pushed it from his mind
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| And stared out across the sea |