It was late at night on the open road,
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Speeding like a man on the run,
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A lifetime spent preparing for the journey;
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He is closer now and the search is on,
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Reading from a map in the mind,
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Yes there's the ragged hill,
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And there's the boat on the river. And when the rain came down,
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He heard a wild dog howl,
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There were voices in the night - "Don't do it!"
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Voices out of sight - "Don't do it!
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Too many men have failed before,
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Whatever you do,
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Don't pay the ferryman,
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Don't even fix a price,
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Don't pay the ferryman,
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Until he gets you to the other side;" In the rolling mist, then he gets on board,
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Now there'll be no turning back,
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Beware that hooded old man at the rudder,
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And then the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared,
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And people calling out his name,
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And dancing bones that jabbered and a-moaned
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On the water. And then the ferryman said,
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"There is trouble ahead,
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So you must pay me now," - "Don't do it!"
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"You must pay me now," - "Don't do it!"
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And still that voice came from beyond,
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"Whatever you do,
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Don't pay the ferryman,
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Don't even fix a price,
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Don't pay the ferryman,
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Until he gets you to the other side;
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Don't pay - the ferryman!"
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Don't Pay The Ferryman
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Chris De Burgh |