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The yellow hills, channel rain,

Bound for the sea, coming back again.

Landscapes kiss on a rushing sound,

There’s a hundred men trying to take us down.

Music on the left hand, money on the right,

I’m a battlefield in the morning light,

Where falls the sun on the chestnut ground,

I lost my soul in the heavy crowd.

There’s a hundred men in a hundred rooms,

In a hundred towns trying to take us down.

Following the low sun’s distant roar,

Summer will be mine forever more,

Dark-bellied trout will you take me where,

I am bound by a single hair.

Seven thousand weary hearts adrift,

But the boat’s got a hole and the sail’s ripped.

At night, we hear, the whale sound,

There’s a hundred men trying to take him down.

Fresh water weakens in the tide,

My love is salt and I cannot dive.

My love is salt and I cannot dive,

And I’m bound to the rhythm of a losing time.

Freshwater salt.

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