| When the waters is rough
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| The sailing is tough,
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| I’ll get drowned in your love.
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| You’ve got a cut throat crew,
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| I’m gonna sink under you,
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| I got the bell bottom blues,
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| It’s gonna be the death of me.
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| It’s the graveyard watch,
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| Running right on the rocks,
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| I’ve taken all of the knocks.
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| You ain’t giving me no quarter.
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| I’d rather drink sea water,
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| I wish I’d never had brought you,
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| It’s gonna be the death of me.
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| Soul survivor, soul survivor.
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| Soul survivor, soul survivor.
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| Soul survivor, soul survivor.
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| Soul survivor, soul survivor,
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| Gonna be the death of me,
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| It’s gonna be the death of me.
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| When you’re flying your flags
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| All my confidence sags,
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| You got me packing my bags.
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| I’ll stowaway at sea,
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| You make me mutiny,
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| Where you are I won’t be,
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| You’re gonna be the death of me. |