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Setting sail, |
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I'm homeward bound |
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Full of metaphors and rhymes |
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Thought I'd find some refuge on your shores |
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Didn't think that you would mind |
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You treat me like |
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I'm a patient |
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Leave me to my own demise |
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Cast me out into an eastern wind |
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Throw me to the raging tides |
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I've crashed and burned, |
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I guess I'll have to swim(No signal on the radio) |
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I bail it out, but water's pouring in(And I'm yelling in the microphone) |
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Mayday, mayday... this ship is gonna sink |
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Baby, baby... now, why you gotta be |
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So crazy, crazy... won't someone answer me? |
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Mayday, mayday, baby |
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Mayday, mayday |
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Adrift alone on wayward seas |
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Try to follow in your wake |
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I know I should get back on course |
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But it's too dark to navigate |
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I never saw it coming |
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Oh, I didn't read the signs |
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You're a cut and run, |
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I'm on my own |
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No, you'll never toe the line |
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No land in sight; won't help me if |
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I swim(An SOS I'm going down) |
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No way to fight against these wicked winds(Still I'm screaming in the microphone) |
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Mayday, mayday... this ship is gonna sink |
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Baby, baby... now, why you gotta be |
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So crazy, crazy... won't someone answer me? |
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Mayday, mayday, baby |
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Mayday, mayday |
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I raise my hands to part the sea |
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But not even |
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Moses could save me |
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As I capsize you stand by |
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And salute me in my futile fight |
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Here comes a tidal wave to drown me in my sin(No signal on the radio) |
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I'm overboard, my future's looking grim |
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And I'm yelling in the microphone |
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Mayday, mayday... this ship is gonna sink |
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Baby, baby... now, why you gotta be |
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So crazy, crazy... won't someone answer me? |
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Mayday, mayday, baby |
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Mayday, mayday |
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Mayday, mayday, baby |
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Mayday, mayday |
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Mayday, mayday |
