down to the bottom of the sea
Where in the darkening deep,
Then I went kicking to the surface
Just like a newborn thing
Ready to begin, but I needed to begin
I felt the cracking of the whip
And saw the men who were dying to
and chain to the darkness
And then a child was free
Count the cannons on the hill,
That the mightiest are the most afraid
Like a camel through the eye,
that a dead man has nothing to gain?
Like a camel through the eye,
that a dead man has nothing to gain?
Now there's blood in my eyes
from all this trying to see
I am deeper in than when I first came
And I am trying hard to write my name
Yeah, now there's blood in my eyes
From all this trying to see
I am deeper in than when I first came
And I am trying hard to write my name
Yeah, I've traded my gold
and I am trying hard to write my name.
And I am trying hard to write my name.
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