Your love has swept over me,
but i pay it no mind.
For i must go out to sea
and leave you all behind.
My bags are all packed
and shall be gone by mid-day.
I may not be coming back
so i don't know what else to say.
I'll kiss your sweet lips
as red as a rose.
And head for the ships
as you stand there still froze.
The sound of those bells
drag me back out to hell.
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