By: Ross Bryant, Dropout
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Set out there from Newfoundland
Went down to the Horn
Red seas at morning
Down at early morn
Passing through the waters
In between so many nations
Why haven’t I ever had
A really deep conversation?
I think the captain hates me
The boatswain’s out for me
They’ve never really said it
I just read their energy
I wish that they would listen
I wish that I could speak
I wish that I could find
The validation that I seek
Way, hey, and up she goes
Way, hey, she rises
Way, hey, and up she goes
Seariously do you hate me?