Somewhere waiting for Moby Dick
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He swims alone without us
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But how to find it?
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Your fate is circled
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An unknown thread that the old women weave
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Hope he's strung on someone else's harpoon
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Somewhere waiting for Moby Dick
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He swims alone without us
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But how to find it?
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Your fate is circled
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An unknown thread that the old women weave
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Hope he's strung on someone else's harpoon
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I've been waiting for this for a long time, patience and work
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For the sake of my dream, I even dropped out of college
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And so that the table was set, I worked for a pittance
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I flooded myself, but I knew that the desire could not be drowned out
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The goal loomed, beckoned, and then in front, then behind
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It would seem that even then envy ate friends
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That slowly accelerated or quickly braked
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Sometimes it seemed that it was all beyond our strength.
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We traveled across Russia across and along then
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And even then I felt sick - the carousels of the city
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Maybe there was already success - I imagined it wrong
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I assure you this whale was not there anyway
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Ishmael himself, and Ahab feeds the sharks
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Luck won't apologize for letting you down like this
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But I'm still in the ranks, so there will be more things to do
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So we will see distant islands
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Somewhere waiting for Moby Dick
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He swims alone without us
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But how to find it?
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Your fate is circled
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An unknown thread that the old women weave
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Hope he's strung on someone else's harpoon
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Somewhere waiting for Moby Dick
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He swims alone without us
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But how to find it?
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Your fate is circled
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An unknown thread that the old women weave
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Hope he's strung on someone else's harpoon
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All my life I've been searching for precious artifacts
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Along and across more than once the whole earth went around like this
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Died and resurrected, but did not let go of the target
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And let it be from different patches, but whole retinue
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Lights, camera, motor! |
Left for later!
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My destiny is "Pequod" and the songs are the clang of its propellers
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And I'm rushing to the end of the world for an elusive dream
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You will never understand why peace is so alien to me
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I'd rather go down with the ship than get off with nothing
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My White Whale is out there somewhere, and he hasn't disappeared from the course.
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And I will overtake him under some of the meridians
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The unknown always beckons, although I have seen a lot
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I believe it will. |
I believe it's not all
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Everything would be if the coastline crossed
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In the meantime, we walk under a proudly raised flag
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So it is necessary!
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Somewhere waiting for Moby Dick
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He swims alone without us
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But how to find it?
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Your fate is circled
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An unknown thread that the old women weave
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Hope he's strung on someone else's harpoon
|
Somewhere waiting for Moby Dick
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He swims alone without us
|
But how to find it?
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Your fate is circled
|
An unknown thread that the old women weave
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Hope he's strung on someone else's harpoon
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Somewhere waiting for Moby Dick
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