| Many times you remember freedom
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| Happy days without fear and torment
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| Seven years on this ship of demons
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| Human beasts, men indeed — that’s hard to believe
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| Catching and imprisoning you
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| Abusing and degrading you
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| No farewell, no goodbye
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| Passing days, passing life
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| Day by day you’re rowing through the endless sea
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| And faces all around you staring hopeless at the ground
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| Day by day your masters heading for a new course
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| And every day you’re wishing your slavery comes to an end
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| Seven years full of pain and torture
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| Heavy chains ‘round your arms to hold you
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| Damn the day they’d arrived in your port
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| Searched men to turn them into slaves
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| Strokes of grief and misery
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| I can’t believe — what I see
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| Nights of cries, hope to die
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| Bloody streams
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| Don’t let you dream
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| Day by day you’re rowing through the endless sea
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| And battle follows battle but you are still a slave
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| The meaning of your sad life and master of your mind
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| Is the unkind rhythm of a ruthless funeral drum
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| Day by day, endless fights
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| Night by night, hopeless cries
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| Gloomy light, hungry eyes
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| Creeping time, fading life
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| Whispering, restlessness
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| Bewilderment, presentiment
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| Sails on the horizon excitement on board
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| Is this deliverance? | 
| Are we now free?
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| Is this deliverance?
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| I’m coming back home
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| Lost what I have known
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| A stranger in your hometown, no friends
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| Still a slave of our past, no welcome
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| I’m coming back home
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| Lost what I have known
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| Travelling through dark streets
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| Memories of good old times now erased
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| You’re undone
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| I’m coming back home |