| Man, it’s good to see you
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| This must be the airship
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| And are these your fellow crew?
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| Where are we headed?
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| I have nothing to do
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| Would you show me green
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| And would you show me blue?
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| We’ll follow where the moons move
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| You and I invent the ballroom
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| Placing pushpins on the star chart
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| Wellspring of adventure that is begging to embark
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| Let’s move from the stateroom, through the galley
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| Deck level with stars like an endless sea
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| Flail me out onto the false dance floor
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| Take my face and show me what for
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| Your kiss is a swell
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| And the feeling like a buoyant waltz
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| Look, goddamnit, no, I don’t know how
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| I love it though your steps are never gonna make a lick of sense
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| Left my life on the ground
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| To dance with you in the clouds
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| Forgot my life on the ground
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| Oh, yeoman, we’re far gone now, oh, yeoman
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| Let me bore you here under the Moon
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| Robed in the armillary room
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| Inert for all my years
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| And then fell into you
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| These routes that you just so ornately improvise
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| They’re always wild
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| And I don’t seem to mind
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| Put me to work, I want some value
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| I want big arms to put around you
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| To get lost in all your birthmarks
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| Wellspring of adventure that is begging to embark
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| Let’s move from the stateroom, through the galley
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| Gliding in the dark on an endless sea
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| Catch my footing while I follow yours
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| Take my face and show me what for
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| Come, kiss me swell
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| The feeling like a buoyant waltz
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| Look, goddamnit, no, I don’t know how
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| I love it though your steps are never gonna make a lick of sense
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| Left my life on the ground
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| To dance with you in the clouds
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| Forgot my life on the ground
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| Oh, yeoman, we’re far gone now, oh, yeoman
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| Stateroom through the galley
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| Gliding in the dark on an endless sea
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| Catch my footing while I follow yours
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| Take my face and show me what for
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| Come, kiss me swell
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| The feeling like a buoyant waltz
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| Look goddamnit, no, I don’t know how
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| I love it though your steps are never gonna make a lick of sense
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| Left my life on the ground
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| To dance with you in the clouds
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| Forgot my life on the ground
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| Oh, yeoman, we’re far gone now, oh, yeoman |