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Set Sail

Album: Abra Cadaver!
By:
Uncle Arthur's Funeral

Duration

4:24

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Today’s the day that I decided Nothin’ matters much The chance we had to meet has passed And I’m left with this crutch Reasons to live do still roll in But I ignore them all With two strong legs and time to run I intend to crawl A good friend pulled me aside and said…. Well, Captain, your chances are pretty slim Your mind has foundered. I’ll pass each mirror with dismay Instead of hope or fury Whenever friends ask me to stay I’m leaving in a hurry My lust for life just doesn’t match My passion for destruction I choose to follow jumbled paths With unknown reprocutions. A good friend pulled me aside and said….. Well, Captain, your chances are pretty slim Your mind has foundered You wanna drown in it You wanna drown in it.... But you are the island As of now my destiny Just doesn’t cross my mind The mine field I once tiptoed in I now stomp through blind But such behavior suits me fine And no one disagrees I raise my mast and set full sail Just to be lost at sea. Detrimental destiny What’s up ahead is up against me Just remember to forget Those things in time you may regret Perhaps you’ll say it doesn’t matter if mishap serves you like a platter But I assure you friend, be wise To good fortune in disguise. (straight into CHORUS x2)

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