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Oh, come pity me, a poor mad sailor |
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Stranded on this love |
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Here I lie like driftwood, honey |
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Is this what I've become? |
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I go high over |
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Down under |
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At a lady's will |
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Under you |
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At a lady's will |
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I'm drifting still |
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I'm drifting still |
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So I ask in fading innocence |
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And all my youthful rage |
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Will your hands still touch me |
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When my face has fallen in with age? |
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And I go high over |
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Down under |
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At a lady's will |
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Under you |
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High over |
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Down under |
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At a lady's will |
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Under you |
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At a lady's will |
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I'm drifting still |
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I'm drifting still |
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High over |
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Down under |
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At a lady's will |
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High over |
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Down under |
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At a lady's will |
