We were dead on arrival Safe home at last No cannon fire 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 destinys children Souls lost at sea No room on the life boat You can hold on to me Now the voyage is over Were back on dry land In our eyes are the stories The rope and the brand
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