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We drink to those lost at sea
Who never made it of the beach
To those who won't make it home
Buried in the salty deep

While these sons that we knew so well
Without a care or a chance in hell
Laid their life on the line
And [...] so their brothers could live to tell

So my brother could live to tell

The ocean never looked so deep
With the moon shining down on me
I never [...] before [...] foreign shores
[...]

So old man pour another couple rounds on me
Keep ’em coming and right in reach
Being shellshocked[?][...]
While I'm dying for a stiffer drink

We're dying on a line[?]
No god there to hear our plea
We’ve been laid out and [...]
No blood here left to bleed

Drink to those lost at sea
Who never made it of the beach
To those who won't make it home
Buried in the salty deep

While these sons that we knew so well
Without a care or a chance in hell
Laid their life on the line
And [...] so their brothers could live to tell

So old man pour another couple rounds on me
Keep 'em coming and right in reach
Being shellshocked[?][...]

We're dying on a line[?]
No god there to hear our plea
We've been laid out and [...]

So my brother could live to tell
So my brother and I...

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