| I’m a long way from my home, I was born on the ragin' sea
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| And when I first struck land with my head in hand
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| I built a house out of an old oak tree
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| And raised a family out of earth and electricity
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| And I was king of my domain, but my fortitude had proved in vain
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| And when the locusts came like a summer rain
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| Devouring everything that I held dear
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| And all I’d worked for simply disappeared
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| So I crept away, for I had debts to pay
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| And joined the army as a privateer
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| Yeah, it was then, the wind it whispered
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| But I would not hear
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| So we sailed out across the land
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| Through an ocean made of sinkin' sand
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| And, though I lost my men, I was born again
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| As a tailor in an unknown land
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| With a needle and some thread in hand
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| Mending suits and slacks, stitching up the cracks
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| In the backs of my neighbors' heads
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| And soon the word, yeah, of my work, it spread through the town
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| So before the king I stood
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| I said, «I come from the ragin' sea
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| And if the truth be told, I am not so old
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| As you might first have taken me to be
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| «For numbers never could apply to me
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| For I’m as old as time and maybe half as blind
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| What some of you might call infinity
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| Yeah, I’m the tailor of the earth and electricity» |