sailing all alone, guided by starlight
nowhere is my home
inside of my mind
we've paid that shoeshine boy
whose buff has no smile
he spits on your tip-toes
and you keep hugging folklore
like it's out of style, out of focus
harum scarum
we promote this cover, discover
and you know your insides true
better than i do.
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