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I wish I was a fisherman, tumblin' on the seas |
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Far away from dry land and it's bitter memories |
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Casting out my sweet line with abandonment and love |
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No ceiling bearin' down on me, save the starry sky above |
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With light in my head |
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You in my arms |
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I wish I was the brakeman on a hurtlin' fevered train |
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Crashing a-headlong into the heartland like a cannon in the rain |
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With the beating of the sleepers and the burnin' of the coal |
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Counting the towns flashing by in a night that's full of soul |
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With light in my head |
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You in my arms |
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Tomorrow, I will be loosened from bonds that hold me fast |
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That the chains all hung around me will fall away at last |
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And on that fine and fateful day, I will take thee in my hands |
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I will ride on the train, I will be the fisherman |
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With light in my head |
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You in my arms |
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Light in my head |
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You in my arms |
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Light in my head |
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You |
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Light in my head |
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You in my arms |
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Light in my head |
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[Incomprehensible] |
