| I’m here to tell you a story
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| I’m here to tell you a lie
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| My poetry’s weak and I know it
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| I was dropped at sad and crazy sometimes
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| So I fucked off, wayward canon to the sea
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| On land I was just an appetite
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| Of it started as a joke, now it ruled me
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| Sick on chronic mathematics
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| I just wanted to feel music
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| Her fever delivered me from the flue
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| The night hag’s hands spread lovingly
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| Pulling the cape from the sunrise
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| And revealing a bank of warships called «she"s
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| Warlike then reckless, I realized
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| No weapons were drawn that I could see
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| Save the blazing stare of the captain
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| Who held lightning captive from her teeth
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| So I looked off the edge of the world
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| I saw the girl who changed everything
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| That’s when I met Winnie
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| I wanted to be her sailor’s tattoo
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| She sang me a song that was too sad for some
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| Struck up the band and filled up her lungs
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| Her mouth was sharp as the rib of a star
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| She told molting truths that would break our own hearts
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| We were warriors!
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| We clothed ourselves in the guts of our enemies
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| Who’d no respect for the wild
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| Warriors!
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| Long before hotwire safari park husbandry
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| And the joy ran through us like the weather’s flux
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| We just wanted to be music
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| The joy ran through us like the weather’s flux
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| We just wanted to be music
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| Her gravity pulled up my sad remains
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| Finger the curve of her cunning bow
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| I’ve loved you so long, Winnie
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| I want to be your sailor’s tattoo
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| I’ve loved you so long, Winnie
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| Luring softly into you |