| Everything he left behind
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| Familiar faces his own kind
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| All his friends he left to years
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| Turned off and left them to their tears
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| The sea took him with it’s mighty hand
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| It was too late to turn around
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| Wrecked and lonely he was to be
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| A typhoon set his ship aground
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| And he cursed the cruel sea
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| The sea took him with it’s mighty hand
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| Tossed him up, he’s stranded in a unknown land
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| Stranded — in a foreign land!
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| Stranded — without people he could understand
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| He’s a man, proud and strong
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| A man, with just one aim
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| A man, who never did any wrong
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| And he is not to blame
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| Stranded — in a foreign land!
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| Stranger in a very strange land
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| He met his old foes the priests again
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| He had no weapon in his hand
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| Against their might he stood one man
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| The sea took him with it’s mighty hand
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| Tossed him up, he’s stranded in a unknown land
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| But in spite of being lonely
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| Still he didn’t lose his pride
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| Struggling on and hoping only
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| He shook fear off with all his might
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| The sea took him with it’s mighty hand
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| Tossed him up, he’s stranded in a unknown land |