| Girl, don’t tell me that it’s morning
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| Can we keep the curtains drawn
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| I haven’t given you fair warning
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| But our ship, she sails at dawn…
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| And it’s true I must be going
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| But I swear I won’t be long
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| There isn’t that much ocean between Boston and St John’s
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| I’m a rover, and I’m bound to sail away
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| I’m a rover, can you love me anyway?
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| And if some suitor comes approaching
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| Will you let him through your door
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| And what if I return half-broken
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| Will you still want me anymore?
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| Close your eyes and dream and tell me what you see
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| You can tell me what you want, just tell me that you’ll wait for me But, oh, don’t tell me that it’s morning
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| Can we keep the curtains drawn
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| I haven’t given you fair warning
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| But our ship, she sails at dawn… |