And there were mermaids, weren't there?
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Sweet, silver mermaids
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All through that gray Trafalgar square
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Such silver mermaids
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And they were young and they were fair
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They brushed their bronze and dusky hair
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And whispered, "Come, sad Stephen
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Come and play here"
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"You will love, you will be loved
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You will grow up and do so much
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You will be strong, you will be sung
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By all the mermaids, silver mermaids"
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And once they'd sung their satin song
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They beckoned to me from the fog
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They spread their arms and lifted
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Pale portrait faces, I was taken
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To their coral cavern halls
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To rooms with oyster shells for walls
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To sandy nooks, pearly books and ivory dolls
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In ivory stalls, in ivory stalls
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And there were mermaids, weren't there?
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Sweet, silver mermaids
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All through that wan, forgotten square
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Silver mermaids
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They were young and they were fair
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And they brushed their bronze and dusky hair
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And whispered, "Come, sad Stephen, come"
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And I was taken
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Was I wrong? Should I have run?
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I wanted all, I wanted young
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And portrait faces, I was taken
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Did I love? I didn't care
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Did I grow up? Well, unaware
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And was I strong? And was I sung?
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How do I haunt Trafalgar fog?
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And find I want so much, still want
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And no more mermaids
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No more mermaids
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And no more mermaids
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Sad Stephen's Song
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Duncan Sheik |