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In Massachusetts |
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In Massachusetts |
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Oh, no no no no no |
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The younger of the ocean sing |
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A paean to their mother, offering |
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To hold tight onto the quay |
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To hold tight onto the side of the quay |
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Oh, it don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter, no |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter what you do |
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In Massachusetts |
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In Massachusetts |
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Oh, no no no no no |
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A certain lack and dislocation |
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Sotted up to the gunwales, and |
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The tide tells you when to go |
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The tide tells you when to come and when to go |
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Oh, it don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter, no |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter what you do |
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I can't find my roads |
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I can't, I can't find my roads |
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Honestly, |
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I want to hear the thought that |
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I hadBut I can't feel any more with you |
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In Massachusetts |
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In Massachusetts |
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Oh, no no no no no |
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To be held at bay and then consigned |
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To pet about the frozen time |
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To a mother so cold and gray |
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And though she gives you one, she takes one away |
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Oh, it don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter, no |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter what you do |
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In Massachusetts |
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In Massachusetts |
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Oh, no no no no no |
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The younger of the ocean sing |
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A paean to their mother, offering |
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To hold tight onto the quay |
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And though she gives you one, she takes one away |
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Oh, it don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter, no |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter what you do |
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I can't find my roads |
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I can't, I can't find my roads |
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Honestly, |
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I want to hear the thought that |
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I hadBut I can't feel any more with you |
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Opens it dies |
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How can I only say "It's a dark mind"? |
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It's a dark mind |
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It's a dark mind |
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Oh, I can't tell the things for you |
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I want someone like you |
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Watching it roll by |
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Watching it roll by |
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In Massachusetts |
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In Massachusetts |
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Oh, no no no no no |
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To be held at bay and then consigned |
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To pet about the frozen time |
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To a mother so cold and gray |
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And though she gives you one, she takes one away |
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Oh, it don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter, no |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter |
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It don't matter what you do |