| Outside the fair still rages.
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| Young men the wrath of ages in their heads,
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| Fight for the comfort of their beds.
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| And inside here we lie alone,
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| Living on honeycomb you’ve guessed — truly we are blessed.
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| My love is like the raging sea,
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| The wind that knocks the birds out of the trees.
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| I’m at home, living on honeycomb.
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| Where would I be without you?
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| Giving my love just the same,
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| To a man who couldn’t even spell my name,
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| Or hoping for a wintry smile from every hard-faced passerby,
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| Or the man who run the crooked coconut shy.
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| My love is like the raging sea,
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| The wind that knocks the birds out of the trees.
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| I’m at home, living on honeycomb.
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| Where would I be without you?
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| You always were the best my friend on the ruthless rifle range,
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| And I’m glad to see you haven’t changed.
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| But the big wheel frightened me you see,
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| Made me dizzy now my head is spinning, take me back home to my bed.
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| My love is like the raging sea,
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| The wind that knocks the birds out of the trees.
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| I’m at home, living on honeycomb.
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| Where would I be without you? |