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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)
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