| I said, «I'm just a servant to my base desires»
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| She said, «I'll tell you a few things, free of charge:
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| Steer clear of jagged rock, tread careful at the higher level
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| This ain’t no game, but you can play if that’s what you want»
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| Then she said, «We are just paper boats bobbing adrift afloat
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| While winds of fortune shove us where they will»
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| Woke up coughing on the shore, cold outcrop broken, sore
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| Back on the mainland, the chimps were coming up trumps
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| And all I saw was burning blue fading into blinding white
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| Wade out past the rotting pier, out to the open water
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| Son of a red roof city, and her, the full moon’s daughter
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| And back on the mainland, back on the mainland
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| Cool change was rolling over, black sky was getting lower
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| On golden sand
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| We stared into the haze, ocean merging with sky
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| And talked about the land of our fore-mothers
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| Now that we’ve shut the gate, it would be funny if it
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| Didn’t make you want to cry
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| This is just the bed we’ve woken up in
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| And all I saw was burning blue fading into blinding white
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| Wade out past the rotting pier, out to the open water
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| Son of a red roof city, and her, the full moon’s daughter
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| And back on the mainland, back on the mainland
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| Cool change was rolling over, black sky was getting lower
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| Green dreams were folding over, as we sailed off the mainland
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| Hooked
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| Never coming off the line
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| Wake up feeling fine
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| Her eyes under pale moonlight
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| Far corner of the earth
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| Tripping up on the edge
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| Big impossible now |