| Somewhere by the water’s edge
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| I found out what nearby meant
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| Somewhere off the railroad tracks
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| I learned how to drink the line
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| We threw it all in the train
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| And hit the the pipe in the back
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| Vanilla lingers from Captain and the name it stays
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| The others thought I was sick
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| I stumbled out in the dark
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| And then I found corruption and it hurt my heart
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| Lady span the seas with grace
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| And keep us feeling full
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| The cabins that would house our games
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| Were quiet when I came
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| Let’s take a run to the horse
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| And then we’ll smoke some tabac
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| I see a couple of portraits
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| And the name it stays
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| A little island away
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| Is where I gathered my leaves
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| And then I found corruption
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| And the name it stays
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| Fire and ashes in a wooden place
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| Where the boats are for staking claims
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| Guns and stories for the weak at heart
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| And a guitar that you can’t play
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| The tunes grow old and the dead won’t die
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| We’ve got marriage on our minds
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| I write my name on the cabin wall
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| And its christened with lies |