| Only to find you’ve missed a continent out
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| And as your happy turns choppy and tidal wave swirls
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| You’re wondering why there’s no one about
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| At least Captain Scott actually stood on the spot
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| Where he planned to put up Union Jack
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| And though Captain Cook cursed the map that he took
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| He got near enough for native’s attack
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| That’s how it feels trying to navigate you
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| Even with compass and infinite time
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| And just when I think I’ve found some part that’s new
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| I find a flag already up that’s not mine
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| Circling you is journey minus view
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| Exploration without reason or reward
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| 'Cause when I get near, you use an arrow or spear
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| To prevent my heart ever being shored
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| The earth ain’t flat, but it’s a simple doormat
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| Compared to your unclimbable self
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| The desolate terrain, you have to cross to your brain
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| Just one of your slippery shelves
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| And if I ever get close, I’ll need a banner or post
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| To hang it from, first there or not
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| So voyage may uncover a sister or brother
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| And a friendship that Colombus forgot… |