Tonight's the night when the waters rise
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You're groping in the dark
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The ticket takers count the men who can afford the arc
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The ticket takers will not board
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For the ticket takers are tied
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For five and change an hour
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They will count the passers by
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They say the sky's the limit
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But the sky's about to fall
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Down come all them record books cradle and all
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They say before he bit it
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That the boxer felt no pain
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But somewhere there's a gamblin' man
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With a ticket in the rain
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Mary Anne, I know I'm a long shot
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But Mary Anne, what else have you got
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I am a ticket taker, many tickets have I torn
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And I will be your arc, we will float above the storm
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Many years have passed in this river town
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I've sailed through many traps
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I keep a stock of weapons should society collapse
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I keep a stock of amo
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One of oil and one of gold
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I keep a place for Mary Anne
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Soon she will come home
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[CHORUS]
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Ticket Taker
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| The Low Anthem |
