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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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