Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long We define our moral ground But when I crawl into your arms Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now For you know the time is nigh When I must remove your wings And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around
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