All my old pals sleep in beds far from my sea,
the days we meet are so far between.
We're all off, eatin' foreign bread, being free.
Saving our years to share what we've seen.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
All my old pals sleep in beds far from my sea,
the days we meet are so far between.
We're all off, eatin' foreign bread, being free.
Saving our years to share what we've seen.
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