(Graham Nash)
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And the Blue bird over my head
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is waiting for the sea to dry
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And the farmer standing on the bridge
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is hoping that the fish will fly
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And the boat on the bay
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is waiting for the clouds to cry
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Mutiny
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On Sailboat Bay
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Mutiny
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So far away
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And the cannibals are waiting on the edge
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to eat the meat that they can smell
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And the monkeys standing in line
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can do the two-step very well
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On the gang plank one at a time
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A story for the waves to tell:about
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Mutiny
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On Sailboat Bay
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Mutiny
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So far away
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With the ice man cooling in the wind
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the coastline can't be very far
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With the shore man rowing behind
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We'll find our way beneath the stars
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But the captain sat there and grinned
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and he set the sail for Shangrila
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Mutiny
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On Sailboat Bay
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Mutiny
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So far away
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Mutiny
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| Crosby & Nash |
