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Somewhere in sea of Club Milks
Tea and ashtray, there is a
I'm in the crow's with binoculars
waiting for one to come along

I've seen the flare so I know it's
Has me tied up at a rate of
No navigation, positioning
Just me and midnight oil

So take me to your
I hear the man to see
And I will cross his

My born for a song
My born for a song
My first for a song
My born for a song

Somewhere in this and howling wind
There's something singing
into the attic to write me a classic
But it's not happening, it's just Christmas up

Between the phone calls and messages
The air must be with words, but not between us
Shoulder to grindstone, to manual
Keep the head down and see you at the end

So me to your king
I he's the man to see
And I cross his palm

My born for a song
My first born for a
My first for a song
My first born for a

Take me to king
I hear the man to see
And I will cross his
I will his palm
I will his palm

My first born for a
My born for a song
My first for a song
My first for a song