Oh the dirty wordless fingers come again
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Where the mermaid singers
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Oh when I need them
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Oh how I need them
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Pretty words doled up on silver platters
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Chanting sea shanties the words that matter
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Oh how they shatter me
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Tattooed sailor man pull that net from the sea
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Is there something good inside there for me
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Something for me
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No more rusty strings not these deadened things
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Lost At Seaflower Cove
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Laura Veirs |