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i got high with an art teacher of minei learned how to paint portraits and landscapes with perspectivebut i've been sitting herethe better part of eighteen yearsblank stare blank canvasi'm in need of a new viewof some new scenery to render there's a boat leavingwhere it goes, well i don't knowi've been buried alivemy history teacher by my sidelest i forget those mistakes that better men have madethe battles fought and lostsmall victories at what cost?the curriculum is dated, my inspiration fadinga slow setting sunthere's a boat leavingwhere it goes, well i don't knowbut if it floats i'm getting onwith or without you the winds are strong enoughour native tongues will fail usSongtexteoh the pleasure i would take in renaming everythingthere are boats leavingwhere they go, well i don't knowbut it's a chance to see something newwill you come with me? Aus Songtexte Mania