The sailor walks across the ocean

Unsafe on waves of glass

Any time dark skies could open

And he could perish at the mast



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His stomach turns

The potion burns

He's lifting every stone

Money comes, and money goes

But man must always have a home

Money comes, and money goes

Man could never be alone.



Hunter in his leafy temple

Monkeys sing the lions ride

Jungle tempting with example

His gun always by his side



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Astronaut on a travelled plan

Searching for his other man

The plastic pawn is in his hand

And in the other is a looking glass



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