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I used to be a sailor
Who sailed across the seas
But now I'm just an island
Since they took my boat away from me
Oh no
I don't like being stationary
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
Hoping one day they'll fall
And set me free
.
Tracy Chapman from I Used To Be A Sailor
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Gung ho
high or low
used to things
turnin’ out so
(DPS)
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