Come sail your ships around me
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And burn your bridges down
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We make a little history, baby
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Every time you come around
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Come loose your thoughts upon me
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And let your hair hang down
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You are a little mystery to me
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Every time you call around
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We talk about it all night long
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We define our moral ground
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But when I crawl into your arms
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Everything comes tumbling down
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Come sail your ships around me
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And let your hair hang down
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We make a little history, baby
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Every time you come around
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Your face has fallen sad now
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For you know the time is nigh
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When I must remove your wings
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And you, you must try to fly
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Come sail your ships around me
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And let your hair hang down
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You are a little mystery to me
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Every time you come around
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Come loose your thoughts upon me
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And let your hair hang down
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You are a little mystery, baby
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Every time you call around
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The Ship Song
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| Concrete Blonde |
