| A pox, a pox, upon this ground
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| I’d give it up just to burn it down
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| And if they die here you can blame it on me
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| I’ve been setting up gravestones in my hometown
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| I wish I had been born at sea
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| Then you wouldn’t care, and you wouldn’t know me
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| Ebb and flow, they just won’t carry me home
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| It’s only water and air as far as I can see
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| There was a time when you would let me know
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| Because your words weren’t taken by your indigo
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| And i could write it all down in a matter of lines
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| To read back what we had from a previous time
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| My ancestral passage here
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| Was writtn down each year by year
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| But th map is too old, see they’ve forgotten the roads
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| And so we’re living by the creases
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| A pox, a pox, upon this town
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| I’d give it up just to burn it down
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| And if they die here you can blame it on me
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| I’ve been setting up gravestones in my hometown
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| I wish I had been born at sea
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| Then you wouldn’t care, and you wouldn’t know me
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| Ebb and flow, they just won’t carry me home
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| Its only water and air as far as I can see |