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Man O' War

๐Ÿ‘ค Eric Bachmann โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ To the Races โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 6:24
๐ŸŽต 1605 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:24 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Floating in the cold water the ghosts of sorrow haunt the deep
Reaching down to drag the ruins and roam the lone deserted streets
Of an old abandoned temple buried in the narrow strait
Off the coast of Tarifa, Spain

Gypsies scatter through the desert across the Atlas Mountain Range
Hoaring remnants from the Devil from the Empires iron reign
While cluttered down the mouths of rivers widowed lovers bathe and clean
Silken scarves embroidered for their brand new Queen

And every time she rises up the ocean sinks
Her memory drags a drape of a thousand angry stings

And like the moon doesn't mind if the sun doesn't shine
The sea doesn't care if you're lonesome tonight
Like the love that she gives condescendingly tries
In its way to comfort you

Set adrift into her swarm-man o war
Caught up in her dangling sting-off the shore
Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue as bottles cover you

Many messengers and rebels have come and gone without a trace
And many more will come tomorrow and many more will be erased
Cause out beyond the docks of Rota upon the bottom of the sea
Along the miles of copper cable from the Gulf of Cadiz

They tap the lines to hear the sounds that start the songs the rebels sing
And drag a net to seine the bottom for the purse the bastards bring

And like a lion don't mind if a lamb takes her time
A beast doesn't care if you surrender tonight
Cause a beast knows she'll get what she wants in good time
What she wants all in good time

Set adrift into her swarm-man o war
Caught up in her dangling sting-off the shore
Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue bottles cover you

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:19.07] Floating in the cold water the ghosts of sorrow haunt the deep
[00:28.98] Reaching down to drag the ruins and roam the lone deserted streets
[00:39.73] Of an old abandoned temple buried in the narrow strait
[00:48.83] Off the coast of Tarifa, Spain
[00:57.88] Gypsies scatter through the desert across the Atlas Mountain Range
[01:17.76] Hoaring remnants from the Devil from the Empires iron reign
[01:27.62] While cluttered down the mouths of rivers widowed lovers bathe and clean
[01:37.57] Silken scarves embroidered for their brand new Queen
[01:47.52] And every time she rises up the ocean sinks
[01:52.06] Her memory drags a drape of a thousand angry stings
[02:07.40] And like the moon doesn't mind if the sun doesn't shine
[02:15.57] The sea doesn't care if you're lonesome tonight
[02:25.44] Like the love that she gives condescendingly tries
[02:33.66] In its way to comfort you
[02:42.67] Set adrift into her swarm-man o war
[02:50.71] Caught up in her dangling sting-off the shore
[03:00.79] Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue as bottles cover you
[03:28.73] Many messengers and rebels have come and gone without a trace
[03:38.62] And many more will come tomorrow and many more will be erased
[03:48.67] Cause out beyond the docks of Rota upon the bottom of the sea
[03:57.62] Along the miles of copper cable from the Gulf of Cadiz
[04:07.53] They tap the lines to hear the sounds that start the songs the rebels sing
[04:16.64] And drag a net to seine the bottom for the purse the bastards bring
[04:26.53] And like a lion don't mind if a lamb takes her time
[04:36.49] A beast doesn't care if you surrender tonight
[04:44.69] Cause a beast knows she'll get what she wants in good time
[04:50.99] What she wants all in good time
[05:00.86] Set adrift into her swarm-man o war
[05:09.87] Caught up in her dangling sting-off the shore
[05:19.83] Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue bottles cover you
[05:35.24]

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