Oh, the dream I have suffered--augured fear upon the water
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Vessels tall, with small men inside coming near against the ebb tide
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I can talk to fox like he's a man, I can pull a harvest from the sand
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But I feel all time is ending as it's east, the sun is setting.
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Tuberculoids Arrive in Hop
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
