There's a city, draped in net
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Fisherman net
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And in the half light, in the half light
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It looks like every tower
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Is covered in webs
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Moving and glistening and rocking
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Its babies in rhythm
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As the spider of time is climbing
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Over the ruins
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There were hundreds of people living here
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Sails at the windows
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And the planes came crashing down
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And many a pilot drowned
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And the speed boats flying above
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Put your hand over the side of the boat
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What do you feel?
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My mother and her little brown jug
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It held her milk
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And now it holds our memories
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I can hear her singing
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“Little brown jug don't I love thee”
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“Little brown jug don't I love thee”
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Ho ho ho, hee hee hee
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I hear her laughing
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She is standing in the kitchen
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As we come in the back door
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See it fall
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See it fall
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Oh little spider climbing out of a broken jug
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And the pieces will lay there a while
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In a house draped in net
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In a room filled with coral
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Sails at the window
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Forests of masts
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Put your hand over the side of the boat
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Put your hand over the side of the boat
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And what do you feel?
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A Coral Room
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| Kate Bush |
