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The windjammer's pickin' up, with the old man's Virginia Blend |
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Cuttin' to the quick, with his navy cut |
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Hoping that no one will take notice of the ragged dirt on his shirt sleeve |
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He wants a song, to practice his drinking |
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The girl with the jukebox voice |
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Lost in the memory but caught in the riptide |
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Undertow... overload |
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Bale on my job, slip on my ship |
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Drown beneath the surface |
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Fall to the wreckage, get snapped on a line |
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With crayfish and bottom dwellers |
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Dreams of the thinkers, the expert drinkers |
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And the wave of new regulars rollin' in |
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Come close, stand near, let me hear what you hear |
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Put one down |
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Put one down |
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Put one down |
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Put one down |