Come on now come on and make up your mind
Don’t think that it’s about time
The clouds are coming, this raft will never hold
I think I’m dying, I’m going overboard.
Hold in your hand, doesn’t mean anything
Doesn’t mean anything
And if you ever touched
Why don’t you show me?
Why don’t you show me?
The tide is coming,
this raft will never hold
I think I’m dying,
I’m going overboard.
The clouds are coming
This raft will never hold
I think I’m dying,
I’m going overboard.

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