Settler's Song from Expectations by Box of Books

Oh the times are hard and the wages low!
Brother, where you gone to?
I'm gone to make mistakes tonight.
Don't do nothin' that I would do!
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On the isle of loneliness and isolation
I bring forth a brand new nation
So far from home and old relations
This last resort is no vacation

I set sail and seal my fate
A sailor in need of a first mate
At the sight of land I will let my guard down
I've got nothing to lose and nothing to gain

OK, good enough
It's only forever
I guess I'm settling
And it's better than nothing
I'll take you and me over marooning out at sea

For the glory of the throne
I want someone to call my own
I'll scorch the earth and mark my home now
Dying by the sword is dying alone

I used to have great expectations
I accept this life of damnation
One of strained and loveless relations
Settling for you is no vacation

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