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Port GraveyardWhat a special taste has desert sandthat seeps all through my skin No more unreal shapes of caravans shall lead me to nothing fade away I tried to save what's left in my life fade away Heaven can wait and hell shall die Freedom - My desire Gratis - Not for to hire Sandsea - I'm a sailor Landlord of my port: Graveyard Burning witches of these desert lands Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can I will suck you out on all your tongues Firejuice 'til I get drunk Patience - My desire Gratis - Not for to hire Sandsea - I'm a sailor Landlord of my port: Graveyard Lonelyness that I fear for years What a good state and I have it here That's my aim and no one needs to bury me Wind bring me the sand to cover my end |