Oh the dirty wordless fingers come again Where the mermaid singers Oh when I need them Oh how I need them Pretty words doled up on silver platters Chanting sea shanties the words that matter Oh how they shatter me Tattooed sailor man pull that net from the sea Is there something good inside there for me Something for me No more rusty strings not these deadened things.
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