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von Demander

You wear the coat of society when I go
You wear the coat of society but not anymore, I
Does it show? No?
You wear the coat of my company well I know
You wear the coat of my company to keep you warm, I′ll lay low
Solidão
Baixo, baby
Solidão
In the air their superstitions
And if we call it on out, well if we call it
Eleven days out here all alone
Well if we call it on out, well if we call it
And if the ship should list
Well if we call it on out, well if we call it
No women and children, so no remorse
There is no comfort in the shore
The sea, the sky, the sky, the sea
In all the merchant marine
We can't seem to talk about anything
In all the temperate seas, the way they fall on this


From the mast it′s culled from cold conversation
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Now with the temperate means, make us believe their prizes
From the west and calls on cold foreign stations
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Now with the temperate disease, make us believe their prizes
From their mouths come curses and cold maledictions
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Well if I fall into that, well if it seems like it
Well if it's gone that way, we've been here before
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
I never could have guessed it
Well nothing ever is
What it means to be part of this
I never could have guessed it
Something that′s not right but then
Well nothing ever is
Forgiveness in all this
And all the merchant marine
They can′t seem to talk about anything