| How do I know it’s still not dawn?
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| The dying candle’s evidence
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| Can I be sure that I’m alive
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| When it’s so quiet and dark
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| The separated world outside
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| You hunger just as I
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| Don’t have to fear the open sea
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| The only ones after all
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| We are black sails, we are coming
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| Rejected, outcasts, despised
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| Lean on the shoulders of those who still stand
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| Stand your ground, face common dreads
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| Don’t let the world break you, and you will change it some day
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| The devil paints the water black
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| He’ll turn our blood to wine once more
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| Could we have chosen different course
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| So far away from the shore
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| The separated world outside
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| You hunger just as I
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| And as the opium fog lifts
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| The shreds of mind recall
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| We are black sails, we are coming home…
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| I’ve got to get back — watch my back, expect the worst
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| None of them have actually been there
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| To witness — I recall life
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| I recall life
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| A slap in a face, a punch in the teeth
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| By the end of the day with hands full of mud
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| Leaving bright red trace I will get back
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| Now a minute of silence for those who didn’t make it
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| Rejected, outcasts, despised
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| Lean on the shoulders of those who still stand
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| Stand your ground, face common dreads
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| Don’t let the world break you, and you will change it some day |