Longer boats are comeing to win us comeing to win us their comeing to win us
Longer boats are comeing to win us hold on to the shore
They'll be taking the key from the door
I don't want no God on my lawn just a flower I can help along
Cause the soul of nobody knows How a a flower grows
Yes How a flower grows
Longer boats are comeing to win us comeing to win us their comeing to win us
Longer boats are comeing to win us hold on to the shore
They'll be taking the key from the door
Mary dropped her pants by the sand and let a parson come and take her hand
But the soul of nobody Knows where the parson goes,
Where The parson go
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