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tradesies boy you are a real sonofabitch dear i haven't sea legs to stand on slipping off yr thinker pluck me off my feet put me down hang me in the noontime so i see sunshine blind my eyes i make you flowers to keep calm to touch yr bleeding hands to kiss yr skull yr body is that temple you sail through those halls you've soul escaping from us from the fields we march on scratches over shoulders burns on light falls through the noose hang on you've to flee days of death shed some light with yr breath between yr lips go see the sea front please leave the girt behind.