| He was a sailor
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| A sailor at sea and a sailor of love
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| And he thought he could save her
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| Save her from innocence up and above
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| 'Cause he never knew freedom and under the duvet
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| He stayed for a lifetime without any government
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| Help or assistance
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| She was a widow
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| She never left home before seven a.m.
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| And she looked by the window
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| She managed to cry but she never felt blame
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| For the death of her husband who died in a flame by the
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| House of the river
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| Although he remained
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| In a reasonable distance
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| All the children played around the neighborhood
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| All the children played around the neighborhood
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| The children she liked to invent for the life they were
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| Living was openly bent
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| All they had was each other
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| He brought her flowers
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| A flesh in the pan as she didn’t reply
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| And he waited for hours
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| Until she accepted to offer a smile
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| And a terrible whiskey she had for a while
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| That she’d sip every morning for breakfast and sigh
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| Since the month of December
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| They used to tango
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| Jump and parade until midnight or more
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| She convinced him to Fargo
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| Drink lemonade with some awkward liquor
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| The she kissed him goodbye and attended the shore
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| Where she lit a big fire like never before
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| By the house of the river
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| All the children played around the neighborhood
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| All the children played around the neighborhood
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| The children she liked to invent for the life they were
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| Living was openly bent
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| All they had was each other
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| She was a widow, again
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| She never left home before seven a.m.
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| And she looked by the window
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| She managed to cry but she never felt blame
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| For the death of her husband who died in a flame by the
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| House of the river
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| Although he remained
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| In a reasonable distance
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| All the children played around the neighborhood
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| All the children played around the neighborhood
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| The children she liked to invent for the life they were
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| Living was openly bent
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| All she had was herself |