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We looked at the fear

And asked its name.

But how could you bloody tell

When alls on to hell.

 

I looked out the window

And it looked back

All my belongings in a sack

I really couldn’t tell

 

A hessian bag filled with shit

I marched to the pipes

And lost her name

I knew it wasn’t quite a game

 

But how could I fucking tell

We all can go to hell.

My heart was broken

I’d lost her name

 

Nothing could bring that back

Cause everything was in my sack

And I’d lost that in my fear

For all that I hold oh so dear.

 

Forgive me for all I’ve thrown away

It won’t be back on any near day

But how could I fucking tell?

How could I fucking tell.

◄ Valparaiso around Cape Horn 1985.

1982 ►

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