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and I dream of the sea, broken machinery

my ship is sinking but it's all good and I can go down

and like a long distance love affair, soon you've got to pay

then with his earthy hands he pressed sweet woodbine to my chest

through the crowd I was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces

blue ribbons in the apple sky

I only saw her once, but that was all I needed

your eyes still haunt me to this day

an ancient grand hotel of Persian thread and ivory

when your man would turn his head, I'd see you look at me

pools of brown and seas of red, and demons in your pocket (part II)