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An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic watersAs the water gets warmer, my iceburg gets smallerAs he pours more petrol on, he feels no fearAs the flames get nearer, its thought gets clearerA blue-white polar bear arrives at the endDiverting his attention, his feelings froze overI'm only a runaway AWOL at the logical startNot present in the present, overboard with limited futureAnd I'm standing alone still getting a thrillWhile the ship is afloat, he's losing his boat
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on Chairs Missing
- 4 Men 2nd
- 6 Sand in My Joints
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- Track 8 on Live at the Roxy/Live at the CBGB Theatre Disc 2
- 7 Practice Makes Perfect
- 9 I Am the Fly
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