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• Artiste: The Gardener & The Tree
• Titre: Out To Sea
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No more boats out on the sea Not one soul to hear his plea The last damn thing that he ever saw Were old gin bottles on the ocean floor Took the moments when they arise And then inked them in his arms Always had a pipe in his mouth And a glow inside his eyes Go bring the little book he wrote I hope it's not too late, they're mourning All black and mourning Go bring the little book he wrote I hope it's not too late, they're mourning All black and mourning Put that boat back out to sea And sail it like it's meant to be You could travel with a hundred piece And tell us all those things you did Take that book right off your shelf And tell us more about yourself There sure be stories that no one knew Caught an ear with the winds that blew Took the moments when they arise And then inked them in his arms Always had a pipe in his mouth And a glow inside his eyes Go bring the little book he wrote I hope it's not too late, they're mourning All black and mourning Go bring the little book he wrote I hope it's not too late, they're mourning All black and mourning Go bring the little book he wrote I hope it's not too late, they're mourning All black and mourning Go bring the little book he wrote I hope it's not too late, they're mourning All black and mourning