Epithets
Nautilius
Boy, you should have been a sailorYou should have learnt to tie better knotsYou could have held your tongue, kept your vow of silenceYou know, the one you so easily forgotAnd what do you say to that?I've got nothingBut what do we do at the end of the line?Where is 'eyes close'? Where is 'pretend is fine'?Where is 'holed up in middle of May'?Faking like we've clever words to sayAnd I had a dream I was ten fathoms downUnderneath the same town you grew up inWhat do you say to that, girl analyst,World famous pan-handling altruist?"If your songs are so full of the sea", she said,"Maybe I just won't see you again"Girl, how your wits grow thin, I don't know where to begin'Cause I'm no longer fond of the messMy soul got heavy now so I carry a life (?)Lucky for you, you never could've stood the weight
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