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the boys for whom i rallied the joy in which i dallied leave me wishing port were staboard overtired and gallied soaking wet down from my wrists overtired and gallied mouth port is no place for sailors whilst i should find this ironic i find it sad at least there is no time to waste in a city with no fun to be had Songtexte we're in the same boat of the south sea i already know that we're in the same boat of the south sea but i don't want to here it when you're fucking me pencil boys harbour erotic doubt i harboured love before you folded out sailors bridesmaids use machine guns i harboured love before you folded out we're in the same boat of the south sea i already know that we're in the same boat of the south sea but i don't want to hear it when you're fucking me at least there is no time to waste in a city with no fun to be had Aus Songtexte Mania