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I've been sailing this ship called Last Chance straight through this black-squall sea of disaster, but there's not much wind left in these sails and I don't think that I'm willing, willing to go down with this ship. I tried to sell my soul to the devil, he said he didn't invest in wares this weathered. We close our eyes, we died a long time ago, those weren't angels singing us to sleep. You see it was never me that I was worried about, death will come to take you to I just pray that he takes me first. Is there anybody out there willing to shelter us from this storm? The fire in the lighthouse has burned out and I know of the violence on those shores. Those weren't angels singing us to sleep. Those weren't angels. Aus Songtexte Mania