It's a constant struggle getting up that hill
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There's a change of guard every day
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When you're clinging onto a driftwood boat
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You pray a great white whale might come your way
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No freeway traffic in the frozen North
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Just a chain link fence full of birds
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And when the harpoon's loaded in the cannon bay
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You'll be rolling through the pages lost for words
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Hey Ahab can you tell me where
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I can catch a ride out of here
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Hey Ahab hoist that sail
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You gotta stand up straight
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When you ride that whale
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In a crumbling city we were trapped for days
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With a broken sun above the clouds
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Caught like Jonah forty fathams down
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And a sign on the wall saying, "Hope Allowed"
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All the cryptic symbols carved on bone
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A far cry from a tattooed rose
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And when the boys in the rigging catch the wind
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We'll all weigh anchor and it's westward ho
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Hey Ahab can you tell me where
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I can catch a ride out of here
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Hey Ahab hoist that sail
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You gotta stand up straight
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When you ride that whale
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Hey Ahab can you tell me where
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I can catch a ride out of here
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Hey Ahab hoist that sail
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You gotta stand up straight
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When you ride that whale
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Hey Ahab
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Leon Russell |