| Flat line of yellow lights flickering on every street
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| Cool air off northern water, two years since I’ve seen my daughter
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| The fish are biting every line but mine
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| Seems like rum is taking all my time
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| My Bellarine, from here I shoot my scene
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| There’s fire in the west, I never did my best
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| Cold cuts and cheap terrine, your daddy’s not so mean
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| Don’t listen to what your mother said
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| Call me when the money comes in
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| The fish are biting every line but mine
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| Seems like rum is taking all my time
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| My Bellarine, from here I shoot my scene
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| There’s fire in the west, I never did my best
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| I’m looking down the pier before the ferry comes here
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| She looks just like me, I’m in trouble on the Bellarine
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| My Bellarine, from here I shoot my scene
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| There’s fire in the west, I never did my best |