| Farewell to the old country
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| Fly West on the sunset sea
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| To the shores of New Sydney
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| To where the fortune waits for me
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea calling
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea calling
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea
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| Farewell to the old country
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| Old friends and family three
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| Sheets to the wind on the rolling sea
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| To where the fortune waits for me
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea calling
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea calling
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea
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| Where the rum and the blood run free
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| Chained saliva, bound by sea
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| Stories told of a fortune it had
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| We washed our hands, we buried our dead
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| Farewell to the old country
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| Old friends and family three
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| Sheets to the wind on the rolling sea
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| There’s no fortune, waits for me
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea calling
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea calling
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea
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| Hear the Drums (oh oh way oh)
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| Hear the Drums (oh oh way oh)
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| Hear the Drums (oh oh way oh)
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| Hear the Drums (oh oh way oh)
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea calling
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea calling
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| Hear the Drums of Chelsea |