| Coal-black virgin spinning
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| Above an open ocean
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| I hear, I feel, I need, I know
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| Seven sailors swimming, shipwrecked
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| Seven smudgy mirrors
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| You gotta let 'em go
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| Well I checked out the royal place
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| Saw the babies all bathed in champagne
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| So many miles of dirt I traveled
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| Just to park here in your shade
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| Borne away on a wave of love
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| Borne away on a wave
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| Well they picked poor Robin clean
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| In the shadow ravine
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| I seen the bones, I seen his teeth
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| Well, it’s scrawled upon the streets
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| Our enemy’s victory’s complete
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| And they’ll be coming to collect within the next few hundred weeks
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| I get a little soft shiver in my shoulder
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| Cause I think there’s someone watching
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| I get a little soft whistle in my ears now
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| But I guess it’s just time passing
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| Borne away on a wave of love
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| Borne away on a wave
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| Blessed blue-black virgin shifting
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| In the ocean’s rhythm
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| Partly living tissue, partly always hidden
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| Give me strength & vision
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| Watch over the earth
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| It’s listing, lady, like it’s almost broken
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| Are my eyes now closed or opened?
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| Our parents are fading out, fading out, fading out
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| Into the fuzzy fuzz
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| «I can’t», I gasp, I gasp and pant
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| I can’t get enough air into my lungs
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| I see the bald head of a vulture
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| Come cresting up the stairs
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| Time holds me, greenish-brown
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| And dying, in a studio somewhere
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| Borne away on a wave of love
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| And it’s all for you, girl
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| Borne away on a wave |