Lyrics: Jones
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Music: Jones
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Lyrics:
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One strange land
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Was built from the sea
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Put a crown to the castle
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No strange land
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Could break the glass
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That cuts all the cats down
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I heard the captains voice
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No choice to listen up
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To your masses
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I heard the captain's voice
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Like a whistle in the breeze
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I'm going to the coast of Manhattan
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With a bag full of blues
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And a yellow canary
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Captain he spoke
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In a voice from the Ivory Coast
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Saying there's no passion in perfection
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My son
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Pull the flag down
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Let dust settle back
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On the rose-colored glasses
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Pull the flag down
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And watch it whistle in the breeze
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One last hope that lies
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Like a monkey that flies
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To the scent of molasses
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One last hope that lies
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I watch it whistle to the Bees
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One Strange Land
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| Agents of Good Roots |
