Im a butcher and a barber And I live down by the sea Waiting at the harbour for the ships to come to me Take all they can offer and theyll leave eventually And they dont return And I never learn You can lose your grip by degrees Thin yourself Misery The fact we got from A to B Thats good enough for me Youre a barber and a butcher too You know the way I feel With eyes upon the future As the past has no appeal This is all thats left for us What happened to the deal? What a sting What a burn Do I never learn? You can loose your grip the angry way Got to strip some layers away I got it wrong but I can get it right Just turn me towards the light Like a flower about to bloom You must protect me Give me room I failed to understand you Must you make such fuss Too late to take the tiller On this course we cant adjust Time will take a hull from you And turn it into rust From bow to stern But we can get a grip What do you say? And we could sail this ship away We can sing a song Win the fight Just turn me towards the light Like a flower about to bloom You must protect me Give me room
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