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coming ashore
i met a girl escapin' through the county city gates
i asked her for some love but she said i'd have to wait
then she turned quite suddenly and walked into the sea
those prison gates led directly to the beach
and i am sure that, oh my lord, she'll come ashore
in good time
fairy tales, sweet fairy girls are sinking in the sea
there's nothing here for you
and there's nothing here for me
god can't stop the bleedin' when your slapping down your bets
i won't drink another drink
or smoke another cigarette

