| Stills: If you smile at me, I will understand
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| 'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
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| in the same language.
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| Crosby: I can see by your coat, my friend,
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| you’re from the other side,
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| There’s just one thing I got to know,
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| Can you tell me please, who won?
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| Stills: Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
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| Crosby: Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now,
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| haven’t got sick once.
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| Stills: Probably keep us both alive.
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| Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy,
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| Easy, you know the way it’s supposed to be,
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| Silver people on the shoreline, let us be,
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| Talkin' 'bout very free and easy…
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| Horror grips us as we watch you die,
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| All we can do is echo your anguished cries,
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| Stare as all human feelings die,
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| We are leaving — you don’t need us.
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| Go, take your sister then, by the hand,
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| lead her away from this foreign land,
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| Far away, where we might laugh again,
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| We are leaving — you don’t need us.
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| And it’s a fair wind, blowin' warm,
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| Out of the south over my shoulder,
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| Guess I’ll set a course and go… |