| True shipbuilding
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| New America
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| And take it as it comes
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| Old cliche
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| The split milk levee breaks on you
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| Like honest C.I.A
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| If all hands pull one way
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| The world will fall on you
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| Into the right time to leave
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| Make sure you take what you need (and more)
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| The sails are made out of your sleeve
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| And the wind made by you
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| Don’t say you love me
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| Don’t say that you care
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| Don’t say that you need me
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| Because I won’t be, I promise you
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| True shipbuilding
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| And your wet guitar
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| And no two wishes more
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| You may like your money
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| And Sam’s magic parlor shoes
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| I am the only one you need
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| Make sure you take what you need (and more)
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| It’s settled up
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| And we could leave by tomorrow afternoon |