There they were...the islands. Big ones, small ones, beautiful ones
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and wasted ones... But wherever they went, wherever they looked,
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wherever they put their feet...only uninhabitable, exploited, devastated
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sands... They encountered everything they meant to leave behind. War...
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poison... degeneration... Love died a long time ago...
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Blood blood all around
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The land is crying out
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All men are dead underneath the sands
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And noone understands
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Gold gold all is sold
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Ten thousands have been slain
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They stole their gold and destroyed their souls
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The prayers were all in vain
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War war behind the shore
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All men are on the run
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They burned the earth until there
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But a wasteland in the sun
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A wasteland in the sun
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But there's the albatross
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Flying circles through the wind
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The silent master of this land
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Far beyond the Southern Cross
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Nobody heard his cries
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Wailing sadly through the skies
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Now his voice from up above
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is slowly dying
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Home home we wanna go home
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The beach is bleak and empty
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All has burnt to ashes
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Nothing will grow
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We wanna go home
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But there's the albatross
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Flying circles through the wind
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The silent master of this land
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Far beyond the Southern Cross
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Nobody heard his cries
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Wailing sadly through the skies
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Now his voice from up above
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is slowly dying
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There's just the albatross
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Flying...
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Albatross
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Dan McCaferty |