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Come sail your ships around me

And burn your bridges down.

We make a little history baby

Every time you come around.

Come loose your dogs upon me

And let your hair hang down.

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around.

We talk about it all night long

We define our moral ground.

But when I crawl into your arms

Everything comes tumbling down.

Come sail your ships around me

And burn your bridges down.

We make a little history baby

Every time you come around.

Your face has fallen sad now

For you know the time is nigh

When I must remove your wings

And you, you must try to fly.

Come sail your ships around me

And burn your bridges down.

We make a little history baby

Every time you come around.

Come loose your dogs upon me

And let your hair hang down.

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around.