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You are needing a friend |
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For to follow, for to fend |
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And I haven't got a clue |
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If getting I'm through to you |
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My lighthouse |
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In the violent moonlight |
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I am searching the tide |
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In a vessel, in the storm |
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And you're the kind host, in the port |
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My lighthouse |
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And we'll be there to right our wrongs |
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In the time it took to write this song |
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And we'll beat the ghost with our bare hands |
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And we'll skin the corpse and we'll love and laugh |
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And we'll dance all everlasting day |
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And you'll sing to me everything I meant to say |
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And we'll drink to the gentle, and meek and the kind |
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And the funny little flaws in this earthly design |
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From the Reeperbahn to the Sundarban |
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I will heed your call from the dust and the sand |
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And I'll save all my stories for thee |
