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This old warship has wounds and
It won't sail for nothin'
An old sailor said to me
And i was foolish not to listen
And paid such close conscription
All the lies i believed
"but if you lend me some more labor
And put your name on paper
We just might catch a breeze"
I know now he was not a captain
And because of all my actions
I grow alone with the sea
I have strangely become immune
To the thought of seeing you
And the smell of cheap perfume
With all the liquor i've consumed
There's no more beauty in this world
There's no more beauty in this world
It won't sail for nothin'
An old sailor said to me
And i was foolish not to listen
And paid such close conscription
All the lies i believed
"but if you lend me some more labor
And put your name on paper
We just might catch a breeze"
I know now he was not a captain
And because of all my actions
I grow alone with the sea
I have strangely become immune
To the thought of seeing you
And the smell of cheap perfume
With all the liquor i've consumed
There's no more beauty in this world
There's no more beauty in this world
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