| Hopped ship to San Francisco
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| No one’s beckoned us down
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| We’re out to sea
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| Drifters of the western breeze
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| I couldn’t go it alone
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| No, I couldn’t go it alone
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| I thought I might be wrong
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| But tell me, what do I know?
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| Tides come and go like a picture
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| Dark caves we shall adventure
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| We’re out to sea
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| Drifters of the western breeze
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| I couldn’t go it alone
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| No, I couldn’t go it alone
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| I thought I might be wrong
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| But tell me, what do I know?
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| Oh, I do recall a deep sense of anguish
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| Trying to repair cracked decks with wreckage
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| And all the useless pieces
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| I couldn’t go it alone
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| No, I couldn’t go it alone
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| I thought I might be wrong
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| But tell me, what do I know?
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| I couldn’t go it alone
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| No, I couldn’t go it alone
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| I thought I might be wrong
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| But tell me, what do I know? |