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[intro ] [voice 1] The ships will dock, the ships will sail, Set course, then brave the tempest’s wail. They fight the storm, they weather the night, And home they come — but not quite right. In half a year, I’ll step ashore, Just to leave again, just to leave once more — To vanish for six months, as before. [bridge 1] [voice 2] All come back — except the truest friends, Except the love that truly mend. All come back — but those we need the most, The ones whose absence is a ghost. I don’t believe in fate’s cold hand, Don’t trust its plan, don’t trust my own demand. Yet I dare hope — perhaps it’s not the end, That burning ships will soon be out of trend. [bridge 2] [voice 3] Yes, I’ll return — with friends, with dreams in tow, With songs unsung, with fires that still glow. I’ll sing again, I swear I will, In less than six months — I’ll sing, I will. [bridge 3] [Outro]