If you smile at me, I will understand
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'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
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in the same language.
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I can see by your coat, my friend,
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you're from the other side,
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There's just one thing I got to know,
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Can you tell me please, who won?
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Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
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Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now,
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haven't got sick once.
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Probably keep us both alive.
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Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy,
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Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be,
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Silver people on the shoreline, let us be,
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Talkin' 'bout very free and easy...
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Horror grips us as we watch you die,
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All we can do is echo your anguished cries,
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Stare as all human feelings die,
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We are leaving - you don't need us.
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Go, take your sister then, by the hand,
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lead her away from this foreign land,
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Far away, where we might laugh again,
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We are leaving - you don't need us.
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And it's a fair wind, blowin' warm,
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Out of the south over my shoulder,
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Guess I'll set a course and go...
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Wooden Ships
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| Stephen Stills |
