| I worshiped at the altar until I could believe
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| In Mauritius and in Malta until they made us leave
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| And so we cross the border with promises of change
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| Dubai, the Cooks, Gibraltar
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| The answer stays the same
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| And if I tried to explain
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| Then you wouldn’t understand
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| You know we’d do it again
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| If we ever get the chance
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| Calling out like a beacon, calling out like a buoy
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| At the gates of haven we row
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| Anjouan on to Aruba, sending us to Singapore
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| At the gates of haven we row
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| And now we float away from
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| Those islands we called home
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| Our Oceania havens to flood, to fail, to foam
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| And if I tried to explain
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| Then you wouldn’t understand
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| You can bury us in blame
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| But you’ll never get the chance
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| Calling out like a beacon, calling out like a buoy
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| At the gates of haven we row
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| Going back to San Marino, going back to Monaco
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| At the gates of haven we row
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| Looking after friends and family
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| I’m looking out for number one
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| We took the risk, we’ll take the riches
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| We don’t care what you think we’ve done
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| Where’s your reward for being selfless?
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| What’s your reward for being slow?
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| We’re going back to San Marino
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| We’re going back to Monaco |