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I was brought up on the banksof the mighty raritancanal and rail lines,mudlarkers fighting high tidewith the fights and the foiblesof children free-thinkinglisten to the grown-upscurse life and thinkingthat the trains above crashing by,they are friends of minethey're all friends of mineI got drunk on the banksof the mighty raritanI stole a rowboat and i,I ended up in Trentonwhere i was nurtured and pervertedby women free-thinkingand hoarse voices in lovewith life singingthat all your life and mine,it's not a lie, lie, lieit's not a lie, lie, liebeat up and broke againupon the mighty raritanLetras de cancionescanal and rail lines and I'mI'm fighting low tidewell how much can you learnby just hanging aroundenough to leave hereand I've foundthat the trains above crashing by,they are friends of mine,they're old friends of mine From Letras Mania