| There may be no golden fleece,
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| But human riches I’ll release
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| Oh, my head is spinning like the world and it’s filled with beasts I’ve seen,
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| Let me put my bag down and I’ll tell you it all right from the start,
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| Like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys she thought were green,
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| And the two faced man who made a hobby of breaking his wife’s heart.
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| Seems the more I travel,
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| From the foam to gravel,
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| As the nets unravel,
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| All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts
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| There may be no golden fleece,
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| But human riches I’ll release
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| I was in a land where men force women to hide their facial features,
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| And here in the west it’s just the same but they’re using make-up veils.
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| I’ve seen acts of every shade of terrible crime from man-like creatures,
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| And I’ve had the breath of liars blowing me off course in my sails.
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| Seems the more I travel,
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| From the foam to gravel,
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| As the nets unravel,
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| All exotic fish I find like Jason and the Argonauts
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| There may be no golden fleece,
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| But human riches I’ll release.
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| I have watched the manimals go by Buying shoes, buying sweets, buying knives.
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| I have watched the manimals and cried
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| Buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.
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| Jason and the Argonauts
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| There may be no golden fleece,
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| But human riches I’ll release.
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| Jason and the Argonauts
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| There may be no golden fleece,
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| But human riches I’ll release. |