| Ship to shore came in
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| Telling me i’ve been
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| Away for too long
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| And oh, how I love to row and float
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| On the side of this blue mountain
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| Between the horizon
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| And oh, i’ll float in this light blue golden boat
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| And run
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| And oh, i float as the frequency all fall
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| Casting shadows on the ground
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| But I’ll believe it when I see it
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| Cutting off my tongue
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| The sweet steam breath of disbelief
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| When I’m shown how I was wrong
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| And all this talk of blood and letters
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| Falling from the wall
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| The mandolin would play so fast
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| Sucked the gas out from the stars
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| Sucked the gas out from the stars
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| Now the night is cold
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| Oh my weeping brother
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| How he floats in puddles
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| Inside these stone garden walls
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| And see how the sea and sky
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| Bring the fishes by
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| To keep him well while im gone
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| And oh, he floats in his little yellow boat
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| And runs
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| And oh, he floats and he looks straight off and shouts to me out loud
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| And I’ll believe it when I see it
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| Floating off my skull
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| The wide lied ring and hanging paint
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| From the opposite room wall
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| And all these talks of pretty music
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| And the voices that jump on
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| The mandolin would play so fast
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| Play to fast for my ears to catch up
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| Play to fast for my ears to catch up
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| And now the night is quiet |