| Blue girls come in every size
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| Some are wise and some otherwise
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| They got pretty blue eyes
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| For an hour a man may change
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| For an hour her face looks strange
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| Looks strange, looks strange
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| Marching to the promised land
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| Where the honey flows
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| And takes you by the hand
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| Pulls you down on your knees
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| While you’re down a pool appears
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| The face in the water looks up
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| And she shakes her head as if to say
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| That it’s the last time you’ll look like today
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| Sail away, away
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| Ripples never come back
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| Gone to the other side
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| Sail away, away
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| The face that launched a thousand ships
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| Is sinking fast, that happens you know
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| The water gets below, seems not very long ago
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| Lovelier she was than any that I know
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| Angels never know it’s time
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| To close the book
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| And gracefully decline
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| The song has found a tale
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| My, what a jealous pool is she
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| The face in the water looks up
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| She shakes her head as if to say
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| That the blue girls have all gone away
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| Sail away, away
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| Ripples never come back
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| They’ve gone to the other side
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| Look into the pool, ripples never come back
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| Dive to the bottom and go to the top
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| To see where they have gone
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| They’ve gone to the other side
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| Sail away, away
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| Ripples never come back
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| Gone to the other side
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| Look into the pool, the ripples never come back, come back
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| Dive to the bottom and go to the top
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| To see where they have gone
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| They’ve gone to the other side
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| Ripples never come back
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| Sail away, away
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| Sail away, away
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| Ripples never come back |