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Wish I could sail in a big black boat |
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With a big white sail over me |
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And once in a while |
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I'd pull into port |
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Drink some wine with a girl |
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But Sylvia said |
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Come to bed |
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It's so good to have you here |
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Some time ago |
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When time passed so slow |
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Too weak to know where to go |
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But now thinking back |
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On what strikes me the most |
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Is I've made up my mind long before |
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And Sylvia said |
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Come to bed |
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It's so good to have you here |
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So I'll cope with you |
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Don't cope at all |
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So let's leave it all to the chef |
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Please send my regrets |
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In case I forget |
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To PO Box Nobody Home |
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So Sylvia said |
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Come to bed |
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It's so good to have you here |
