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In days in the sand and great space The mask of the sea on my face They bleed when they call and have a fit I could drop off the earth and just quit I find it all So weak, grotesque, A seasick fly can't make it in cheap wine. In bed by the sea, we lift The fog of the earth no reason to quit I find it all So weak, grotesque, A seasick fly can't make it in cheap wine. I find it all A dream, you'll find A seaward fly, diving in at high tide |