The pale moon rose in it's glory
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Out on the Western town
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She told a sad, sad story
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Of the great ship that went down
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It was the fourteenth day of April
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Over the waves she rode
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Sailing into tomorrow
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To a golden age foretold
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The night was black with starlight
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The seas were sharp and clear
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Moving through the shadows
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The promised hour was near
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Lights were holding steady
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Gliding over the foam
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All the lords and ladies
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Heading for their eternal home
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The chandeliers were swaying
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From the balustrades above
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The orchestra was playing
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Songs of faded love
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The watchman, he lay dreaming
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As the ballroom dancers twirled
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He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
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Into the underworld
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Leo took his sketchbook
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He was often so inclined
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He closed his eyes and painted
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The scenery in his mind
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Cupid struck his bosom
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And broke it with a snap
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The closest woman to him
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He fell into her lap
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He heard a loud commotion
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Something sounded wrong
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His inner spirit was saying
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That he couldn't stand here long
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He staggered to the quarterdeck
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No time now to sleep
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Water on the quarterdeck
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Already three foot deep
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Smokestack was leaning sideways
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Heavy feet began to pound
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He walked into the whirlwind
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Sky splitting all around
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The ship was going under
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The universe had opened wide
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The roll was called up yonder
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The angels turned aside
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Lights down in the hallway
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Flickering dim and dull
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Dead bodies already floating
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In the double bottom hull
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The engines then exploded
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Propellers they failed to start
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The boilers overloaded
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The ship's bow split apart
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Passengers were flying
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Backward, forward, far and fast
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They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled
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Each one more weary than the last
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The veil was torn asunder
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'Tween the hours of twelve and one
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No change, no sudden wonder
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Could undo what had been done
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The watchman lay there dreaming
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At fourty five degrees
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He dreamed that the Titanic was sinking
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Dropping to her knees
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Wellington he was sleeping
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His bed began to slide
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His valiant heart was beating
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He pushed the tables aside
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Glass of shattered crystal
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Lay scattered roundabout
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He strapped on both his pistols
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How long could he hold out?
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His men and his companions
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Were nowhere to be seen
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In silence there he waited for
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Time and space to intervene
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The passageway was narrow
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There was blackness in the air
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He saw every kind of sorrow
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Heard voices everywhere
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Alarm-bells were ringing
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To hold back the swelling tide
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Friends and lovers clinging
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To each other side by side
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Mothers and their daughters
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Descending down the stairs
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Jumped into the icy waters
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Love and pity sent their prayers
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The rich man, Mister Astor
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Kissed his darling wife
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He had no way of knowing
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It'd be the last trip of his life
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Calvin, Blake and Wilson
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Gambled in the dark
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Not one of them would ever live to
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Tell the tale on the disembark
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Brother rose up 'gainst brother
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In every circumstance
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They fought and slaughtered each other
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In a deadly dance
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They lowered down the lifeboats
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From the sinking wreck
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There were traitors, there were turncoats
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Broken backs and broken necks
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The bishop left his cabin
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To help others in need
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Turned his eyes up to the heavens
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Said, "The poor are yours to feed"
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Davey the brothel-keeper
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Came out dismissed his girls
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Saw the water getting deeper
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Saw the changing of his world
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Jim Dandy smiled
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He never learned to swim
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Saw the little crippled child
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And he gave his seat to him
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He saw the starlight shining
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Streaming from the East
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Death was on the rampage
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But his heart was now at peace
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The battened down the hatches
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But the hatches wouldn't hold
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They drowned upon the staircase
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Of brass and polished gold
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Leo said to Cleo
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I think I'm going mad
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But he'd lost his mind already
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Whatever mind he had
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He tried to block the doorway
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To save all those from harm
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Blood from an open wound
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Pouring down his arm
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Petals fell from flowers
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'Til all of them were gone
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In the long and dreadful hours
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The wizard's curse played on
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The host was pouring brandy |