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oh come pity me, a poor mad sailor Stranded on this love Here i lie like driftwood, honey Is this what i?ve become
I go high over, down under At a lady?s will, under you
At a lady?s will I?m drifting still I?m drifting still
So i ask in fading innocence And all my full rage Will your hands still touch me When my face has fallen in with age
I go high over, down under At a lady?s will, under you
High over, down under At a lady?s will, under you
At a lady?s will I?m drifting still I?m drifting still
High over, down under At a lady?s will High over, down under At a lady?s will
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