| I took myself a blue canoe
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| And I floated like a leaf
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| Dazzling, dancing half enchanted
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| In my Merlin sleep
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| Crazy was the feeling
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| Restless were my eyes
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| Insane, they took the paddles
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| My arms they paralyzed
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| So where to now, St. Peter?
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| If it’s true, I’m in your hands
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| I may not be a Christian
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| But I’ve done all one man can
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| I understand I’m on the road
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| Where all that was is gone
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| So where to now, St. Peter?
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| Show me which road I’m on
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| Which road I’m on
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| It took a sweet young foreign gun
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| This lazy life is short
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| Something for nothing always ending
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| With a bad report
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| Dirty was the daybreak
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| Sudden was the change
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| In such a silent place as this
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| Beyond the rifle range
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| I took myself a blue canoe |