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Once there were these guys who thought they had a time with the wide-eyed guide, they needed a new shipThey built it wide with rotten wood outside, they built a death shipSnapped on some hitch, a couple of skulls for kitschThey all eventually died deep inside their death shipOnce there were these crimes, well not to naked eyesFloating by photos snapped their treasonsWearing high knits to hide compulsive fits, they battled the seasonsWinding up to old for their tales to be told, they built with their lives deep inside their death shipSecret they tried to build their lives on a death shipSecret they tried to build their lives on a death shipTwenty years went by and the time had arrived for the young wide-eyed to look for an old shipThey searched and they tried to revive what had died in that death shipYoung enough for the old tales to be told they wanted to die like their heroes inside the death shipSecret they tried to build their lives on a death shipSecret they tried to build their lives on a death shipRun run run rope run row...run rope run... From Letras Mania