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We need to speak. You'd best believe me when I leave
My feet carry me through the front door or they'll creep any which way
I'd tell you again but it won't change a thing
You'd best believe I'm killing Monday with my teeth
You won't see me take a back seat with my dream ever again
I'll take to the sea; don't follow me
I'll wake for the wind to pick up
I'll wake for the wind to pick me up
There's islands in the sea
There's islands in me
Godspeed! Brian please don't let me down
With your feet hanging from the starboard bow
