Times were changing
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Eighteen years and fading
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Ain’t a lot of time left to be a star
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On an island
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All alone and dying
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Walk upon the water
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But you won’t get far
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Dreams and visions
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Tied into decisions
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Saw you on a postcard
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From the other side
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Hope and glitter
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Never feeling bitter
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Walk upon the water
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Just to be your bride
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Don’t tell me now
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That there is nothing more
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There is a how
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Just like there is a door
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And if there’s not to be another way
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You tell me why
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Why
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Why
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Stay and follow
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If the words are hollow
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Gotta' go along
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Cause it’s all you got
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Each day earn them
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Turn around and burn them
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Think your fitting in
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But you hope you’re not
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Neatly drowning
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Every drink your downing
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If you drink enough
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You’ll forget the game
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Each illusion
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Wrapped in absolution
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Live your life in weekends
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But it’s not the same
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Don’t tell me now
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That there is nothing more
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There is a how
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Just like there is a door
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And if there’s not to be another way
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You tell me why
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Why
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Why
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Why
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AND AS HE STOOD THERE CURSING FATE
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FOR MAKING LIFE SO HARD
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IT SEEMED THAT FATE HAD LISTENED
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FOR SHE DEALT ANOTHER CARD
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FOR ARRIVING IN THE HARBOUR
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SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE SKY
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WAS A SHIP BOUND FOR AMERICA
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AND HER NAME, «MAERSK DUBAI»
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AND SO WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS LOOKING
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AND THE SHIP WAS SAFELY MOORED
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HE WAITED FOR HIS MOMENT
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THEN HE QUICKLY SNUCK ON BOARD
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THEN HE FOUND HIMSELF A HIDING PLACE
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BETWEEN TWO CRATES OF IRON WARE
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AND AS FOR DISTANT AMERICA
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IN HIS MIND HE WAS ALREADY THERE
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BUT WHAT HE WAS UNAWARE OF
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AS THEY SAILED AWAY FROM SHORE
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WAS THAT THERE WERE OTHER STOWAWAYS
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AND HE WAS ONE OF FOUR
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AND MEANWHILE THE OLD SAILOR
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HAD WALKED RIGHT PAST THAT PIER
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WHILE STILL CONVERSING WITH THE OCEAN
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ON THE STRENGTHS OF HIS IDEA
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AND AS HE WALKED HE CAME UPON
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A YOUTH HE THOUGHT ASLEEP
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BUT THE OCEAN SAID THAT HE WAS NOT
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AND BRUSHED A WAVE AGAINST HIS FEET
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AND WHEN THE YOUNG MAN DIDN’T STIR
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BUT LAY QUITE STILL INSTEAD
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THE SAILOR TOOK A CLOSER LOOK
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AND SAW THAT HE WAS DEAD
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AND ALL AROUND THE BODY
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WAS SOMETHING HE HAD NEVER SEEN
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LITTLE CELLOPHANE PACKAGES
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MARKED «BLACKJACK GUILLOTINE»
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AND SO HE ASKED THE OCEAN
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WHAT THESE STRANGE PACKETS WERE
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AND SHE ANSWERED THEY HELD THE HEROIN
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THAT IN HIS BLOOD THE YOUTH HAD STIRRED
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AND IT IS CERTAINLY A SIGN
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THAT THINGS HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF HAND
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WHEN ONE CAN PURCHASE ONES OWN DEATH
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AND CHOOSE IT BY THE BRAND |