The telegraph gave us hope
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Before was the silence and the panic it brought
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The sky was the blankest sheet
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We drew lines upon it
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so our thoughts could meet
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through cables black and cold
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we carry our intentions to bridge
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and bring home
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would it all be so clear
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if the lines were erased
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and the silence restored?
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Boys of today write lines on walls
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in the streets at night
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in suburbs of cities with no name
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is this destruction or just quiet protest
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against loneliness
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the cargo lies in our laps
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they're weight is so heavy
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and this is all we know
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our message will need a ship
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to travel across oceans
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that can't otherwise be crossed
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it undulates on the waves
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and cautions the water so we can be safe
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it undulates on the waves
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then cautions the water so we can be safe
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My Ship Isn't Pretty
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Kings Of Convenience |