Two in the morning dry-dock town
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The river rolls in the night
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Little gypsy moth she's all tied down
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She quiver in the wind and the light
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Yeah and a sailing ship is just held down in chains
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From the lazy days of sail
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She's just a lying there in silent pain
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He lean on the tourist rail
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A mother and her baby and the college of war
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In the concrete graves
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You never wanna fight against the river law
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Nobody rules the waves
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Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
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Around the Cutty Sark
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The single handed sailor goes sailing
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Sailing away in the dark
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He's upon the bridge on the self same night
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The mariner of dry dock land
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Two in the morning but there's one green light
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And a man on a barge of sand
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She's gonna slip away below him
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Away from the things he's done
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But he just shouts 'hey man what you call this thing'
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He could have said 'Pride of London'
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On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
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Around the Cutty Sark
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Yeah the single handed sailor goes sailing
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Sailing away in the dark
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Single-Handed Sailor
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| Dire Straits |
