Now the sun sits on my hand
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O where are you ?
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Walking the wind I fly above the shore of the town
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To the hills where I can hear
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The harbor bells ring slavery
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Where the fortune teller sighs to me
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O I see your woman in the raw
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Ride a mare of stone and howl
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I woke up
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While morning built
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The world with light,
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Crossing their hearts,
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Twelve sailor boys all stood in a ring
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Round our bed,
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And from the grass a dancer rose,
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Shivering,
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Oh the sailors pointing
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Out to sea
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And the dancer diving
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Up the sky
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'Til we forgot the day
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I Woke Up
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| Tim Buckley |
