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We were dead on arrival
Safe home at last
No canonfire dockside
No flags half mast
We were sold out for silver
And a string of black pearls
On the loneliest island
At the edge of the world
Like destiny's children
Souls lost at sea
No room on the life boat
You can hold on to me
Now the voyage is over
We're back on dry land
In our eyes are the stories
The rope and the brand
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