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Oh, sail, sail the seas What you left, you have shed like skin And old skin needs, they are locked in your bedroom drawer Thought that all the ghosts would disappear But they're still here And they'll never make any money you know Change my name while you sit at home And I'll never be your wishes three Oh, my old stares, you're beckoning, singing What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning Oh, cries the wolf 'I'm better now' You are so sincere And I could have seen if I wanted to But I believed you, my dear Even with fingers crossed behind your back, oh I love you still And they'll never make any money you know Change my name while you sit at home And I'll never be your wishes three Oh, my old stares, you're beckoning, singing What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning Oh poison's never been enough You'd sell your shoes to drink from an empty cup And let the gullet down softly knocking always You won't taste it but I do, I do, I do Oh love, love, love, love And they'll never make any money you know And they'll never be your wishes, Wishes three |