| When the willow bends towards the end of day
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| And twilight falls again
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| To the funny sound that a blackbird makes
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| Twilight falls again
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| As no good reason remains, I’ll do the same
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| Thinking of you
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| One day a ship comes in, one day a ship comes in
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| But I can’t say how or when
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| But I know somewhere the ship comes in every day
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| There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping
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| There is no crime to dreams like this
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| And if you could take something with you
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| It would be right, something good
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| From my fingertips, the cigarette throws ashes to the ground
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| I’d stop and talk to the girls who work this street
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| But I got business farther down
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| Like one long season of rain
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| I will remain thinking of you
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| One day a ship comes in
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| From far away a ship comes in
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| One hundred days you wait for it
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| And you know somewhere the ship comes in every day
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| There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping
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| There is no crime to dreams like this
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| And if you could take something with you
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| It would be bright
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| Just like something good
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| One day a ship comes in
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| One hundred days you wait for it
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| Something bright
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| Something so good
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| One hundred days
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| A ship comes in every day
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| You know it’s good
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| You know it’s good
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| A ship comes in every day
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| One day a ship comes in
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| Its good
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| When it’s something good |