| Set the sails I feel the winds a’stirring
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| Towards the bright horizon set the way
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| Cast your reckless dreams upon our Mayflower
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| Haven from the world and her decay
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| And who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin
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| Fighting for a system built to fail
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| Spooning water from the broken vessels
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| As far as I can see there is no land
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| Oh my God, the water’s all around us
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| Oh my God, it’s all around
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| Who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin
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| The lords of war just profit from decay
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| And trade the children’s promise for the jingle
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| The way we trade our hard earned time for pay
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| Oh my God, the water’s cold and shapeless
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| Oh my God, it’s all around
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| Oh my God, life is cold and formless
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| Oh my God, it’s all around |