I'm a pirate at sea, and I think of you and me. And I know you're not there, and even if you are you just wouldn't care. And I've been looking all around. But still you're nowhere to be found. There's got to be a place to hold your hand, but it's probably on dry land...on dry land. Been to every little town; old saloons are closing down. And I call out your name in the smoky light of day. And everybody drinks me down. But still you're nowhere to be found. There's got to be a place to take you home. But I am doomed, for now, to ever roam...the sea. Well I cut out my soul and I put it in a h...
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