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We sail the dark oceans on our ship of soulsbut the tiller is spinning out of controlI've been speaking with aliens, they've agreed to abduct everyone but youSo we can start againThere's ice on the masthead there's plague in the holdbut you've gone off looking for your precious black goldI've been speaking with aliens and they've agreed to adopt everyone but youSo we can start againWell come on the aliens, my friends the aliens, sweet little aliens come onSo we can start againEven if i was the president I'm sure i couldn't make such a mess of it as youWe could start again From Letras Mania