The Second Shipwreck is Always Worse
Were you the one we always dreamed of?
Whose made so many ask
Are those wounds from battle
Or something far less tragic
This desolate sea call my name like a plague
To swallow my soul like so many before
This is what it's like when your hero is a coward
Please tell me when this epidemic will end
So we can go back to where we never began
And while you're out here homesick and alone
I'll be sitting here, sick of home
Regrets stain the floor
As we burn their corpses at dawn
The Duke of the land
Leaves the dance hand in hand
With the prettiest lady in town
It's so pretty up here that we're never coming down
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