Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks
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Tea and ashtrays
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There is a song
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I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars
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Just waiting for one to come along
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I've seen the flare so I know it's there
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It has me tied up at a rate of knots
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No navigation, global position
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Just me and this midnight oil
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So take me to your king
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I hear he's the man to see
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And I will cross his palm
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My first born for a song
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Somewhere in this froth
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And howling wind
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There's something worth singing
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Climb into the attic to write me a classic
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But it's not happening
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It's just Christmas up here
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Between the phone calls
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And text messages
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The air must be thick with words
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But not between us
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Shoulder to grindstone
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Switching to manual
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Keep the head down
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And I'll see you at the end
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So take me to your king
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I hear he's the man to see
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And I will cross his palm
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My First Born For A Song
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| Bell X1 |
