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I took myself a blue canoe |
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And I floated like a leaf |
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Dazzling, dancing half enchanted |
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In my Merlin sleep |
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Crazy was the feeling |
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Restless were my eyes |
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Insane, they took the paddles |
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My arms they paralyzed |
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So where to now, St. Peter? |
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If it's true I'm in your hands |
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I may not be a Christian |
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But I've done all one man can |
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I understand I'm on the road |
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Where all that was is gone |
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So where to now, St. Peter? |
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Show me which road I'm on |
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Which road I'm on |
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It took a sweet young foreign gun |
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This lazy life is short |
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Something for nothing always ending |
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With a bad report |
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Dirty was the daybreak |
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Sudden was the change |
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In such a silent place as this |
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Beyond the rifle range |
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So where to now, St. Peter? |
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If it's true I'm in your hands |
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I may not be a Christian |
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But I've done all one man can |
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I understand I'm on the road |
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Where all that was is gone |
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So where to now, St. Peter? |
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Show me which road I'm on |
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Which road I'm on |
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I took myself a blue canoe |
