We drink to those lost at sea
Who never made it off the beach
To those who won't make it home
They’re 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 but in foreign shores
[?]
So old man pour another couple rounds on me
Keep 'em coming and they're right in reach
Be it shell shock, or heartbreak
We’re all dying for a stiffer drink
We're all dying on a line
No god there to hear our plea
We've been laid out and desperate
No blood here left to bleed
We drink to those lost at sea
Who never made it off 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 they're right in reach
Be it shell shock, or heartbreak
We're all dying on a line
No god there to hear our plea
We've been laid out and desperate
So my brother could live to tell
So my brother and I...
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