You found me at some party
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You thought I'd understand
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You barreled over to me
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With a drink in each hand
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I respect your beliefs, girl,
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And I consider you a friend,
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But I've already been born once,
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I don't wanna to be born again.
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Your knowledge is impressive
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And your argument is good
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But I am the resurrection, babe,
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And you're standing on my foot!
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But my little boat is empty
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It don't go
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And my oar is broken
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It don't row, row, row
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But my little boat is empty
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It don't go
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And my oar is broken
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It don't row, row, row
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(Row!)
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Your tiny little face
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Keeps yapping in the gloom
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Seven steps behind me
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With your dustpan and broom.
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I couldn't help but imagine you
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All postured and prone
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But there's a little guy on my shoulder
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Says I should go home alone.
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You keep leaning in on me
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And you're looking pretty pissed
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That grave you've dug between your legs
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Is hard to resist.
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But my little boat is empty
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It don't go
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And my oar is broken
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It don't row, row, row
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But my little boat is empty
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It don't go
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And my oar is broken
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It don't row, row, row
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Give to God what belongs to God
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And give the rest to me
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Tell our gracious host to fuck himself
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It's time for us to leave.
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But my little boat is empty
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It don't go
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And my oar is broken
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It don't row, row, row
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But my little boat is empty
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It don't go
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And my oar is broken
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It don't row, row, row
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Row...row...row...row...
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Little Empty Boat
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |