| Liner, it was a fantasy sea cruise
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| It was a bet destined to lose
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| Across the waves, what was he thinking?
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| Sea shore, he had a wet foot in the sand
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| He was holding U.N. plans
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| Across the waves. |
| what was he thinking?
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| All aboard before the storm
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| They’ve never seer a place like this before
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| Island in a forgotten latitude
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| And with colonial attitude
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| They took the chance for repossession
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| Grey skies there were no palm trees in the wind
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| And when a saint starts hiding sins
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| It’s all aboard whilst peace is sinking
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| All aboard before the storm
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| Crossing swords before the dawn
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| Seen before, back in an infant’s dream
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| Like a rubber duck, floating in the bath
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| So I sailed away on their time, Liner!
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| Taking young lives in their prime, Liner!
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| Harbour, I saw a flag waving goodbye
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| I saw a soldier’s baby cry
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| What’s it all for, that’s what I’m thinking
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| Inside, I must he lacking true insight
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| Because I always sleep at night
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| Across the waves whilst men are. |
| .
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| All aboard before the storm
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| Crossing swords before the dawn
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| Seen before back in an infant’s dream
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| Like a rubber duck, floating in the bath
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| So I sailed away on their time, Liner!
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| Taking young lives in their prime, Liner!
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| Liner! |
| To a distant shore
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| All aboard before the storm |