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The Worthless Son-in-Laws
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New York Times
They work hard in Lyttelton Harbour Where container ships roll in their berths And the diesel smoke flows from the tunnel He supposes it could have been worse
He thought he might see seven wonders But mostly he saw seven seas And the bottom of the bunk above him And maps marked with depths and degrees
In the evening, he leaned on the railing And watched the world move beneath him unchanged
He made friends with Russians in Sydney He danced with Brazilians in Rome He fell in love once in Dublin for most of a week And anywhere was more or less home 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
He scrawled on the pages of sketchbooks Where he graphed out his 'grand unified' But one warm night out on the Pacific expanse He dumped them all over the side
He lived such that nobody noticed too much He kept to his place in the line But one day he sent off a letter That got published in the New York Times
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