the signs of sales are so infrequent
we drag the anchor through the weekend
and pay the rent out of politeness
my dear there's no-one left to fight us
we drag the anchor through the weekend
and pay the rent out of politeness
my dear there's no-one left to fight us
when we go down to the chapel
and you show me your true smile
we'll ride down in the saddle
i hope we'll be gone for a while
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