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"If it is to be, it is up to me" (Repeats)
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
Sweet flows the water, yellow as royal pi*s
Speech turns to stammer, your lips are too tight to kiss
I've never seen rabbits looking as scared as this
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
A five times champion wouldn't row as fast
Caught in the eddies between future and past
Blowing a hurricane from the Royal arse
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
"If it is to be, it is up to me" (Repeats)