| And so the outside, it bashes us in
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| Bashes us about a bit
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| Feel it tugging you, ploughing you flat
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| Then feel it filling your sails
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| And warm on your back
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| Oooh
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| And blessed are those who see and are silent
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| Blessed are those who see and are silent
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| Blessed are those who see and are silent
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| Blessed are those who see and are silent
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| Blessed are those who see
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| So won’t you hoist up the bucket now, Charlie?
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| Whoosh it all over the deck
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| Cause we’ve been getting most mightily filthy
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| Mud marks up to our necks
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| Oooh
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| And they did unfold and the wind it did fill them
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| And they did unfold and the wind it did fill them
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| And they did unfold and the wind it did fill them
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| And they did unfold and the wind
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| And so the outside, it bashes us in
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| Bashes us about a bit
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| Feel it tugging you, ploughing you flat
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| Then feel it filling your sails
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| And warm on your back |