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An old sailor drunk and asleep
Dreams of catching tigers to keep
He lives so parallel to you
The cold night and your tired receiver
I recall that sight tonight you were pacing
And in the back yard alone on the phone
An old sailor drunk and asleep
Dreams of catching tigers to keep
He lives so parallel to you
The cold night and your tired receiver
I recall that sight tonight you were pacing
And in the back yard alone on the phone