| Slow comes the waking from black and fever dreams
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| We were drifting on the high seas on a ship of blue and green.
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| Sounds from the street rip me from my sleep,
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| I’m slow walking out, empty city streets,
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| Shake myself awake, and thinking still of you,
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| In a ship of green and blue.
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| Oh, through a slow day my mind falls with me
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| And colors in my memory are brighter than those I see.
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| But our heart still beats here, it’s just a splendid souvenir,
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| I’m slow walking out, famous city streets,
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| Streets you’ll never know, I’ll describe them all for you,
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| On a ship of green and blue.
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| Cold was the morning, the sky of bloody blues
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| We were talking about the old times and singing songs for you
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| You were dressed up for the ride, silver dollars on your eyes
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| I’m slow walking out, darkened city streets,
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| Feeling nothing now, just following my fear
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| ‘till land gives way to sea.
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| I’ll tell you everything, brother, when we meet.
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| When we’re drifting on a sea on a ship of blue and green. |