| It’s like a storm at sea
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| Everything is closed
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| And the fretful sailors
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| Calling out their woes
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| And each one is closed
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| They are all gentlemen
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| They will hang up
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| If there is a reason each of them must go
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| To join the cruel, cruel flow
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| 'Cos it’ll take a long, long time
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| 'Cos it’ll take a long, long time
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| 'Cos it’ll take a long, long time
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| 'Cos it’ll take a long, long time
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| There’s no need for rules
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| No one starts again
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| And there is nobody living in this town
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| That even knows it’s strange
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| 'Cos it’ll take a long, long time
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| 'Cos it’ll take a long, long time
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| 'Cos it’ll take a long, long time
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| 'Cos it’ll take a long, long time
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| You and I will take a long, long time
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| We will take a long, long time
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| It’ll take a long, long time
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| (Don't stop, you don’t stop) |