| Clouds forming on the gospel sky, trouble is about to brew on us
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| It didn’t matter that we tried, they can only take a few of us
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| The fins and the paws and hooves and feet
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| Saunter up the gangway
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| The randomest sampling is complete
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| God, could there be some way
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| That I could
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| Wear a hood
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| Or by the
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| Way I stood
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| Sneak aboard with you
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| Imitate
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| Imitate
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| Imitate
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| Imitate
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| They still know its you
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| Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage, peace be with all of you
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| I wish that I, I wish that I, were one of you
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| Tears falling on the sloping sand, they’re about to leave and we will stay
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| All governed by the rules of chance, they’re about to leave and we will stay
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| Goodbye to my lucky friends and foes, glad that we could know you
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| Everyone sends their last hello, I wish that we could join you
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| Two of you
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| Two of them
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| Two of those
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| Two of them
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| Safety for the few
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| Two of you
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| Two of them
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| Two of those
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| Two of them
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| They will start anew
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| Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage peace be with all of you
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| I wish that I, I wish that I, I wish that I?
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| Bickering
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| Dickering
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| Bickering
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| Dickering
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| Everything that moves
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| Bickering
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| Dickering
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| Bickering
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| Dickering
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| Final, futile moves
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| Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage, peace be with all of you
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| I wish that I, I wish that I, I wish that I? |