I'm a freightliner full of rocks
With no more place to dock
I wear the insignia of your inseam
On my blujeaned thigh
Let's greet cape Grim
With our breathless smile
In a Tazmanian breeze
Shedding everything but love
I'll make a sail outa you
You'll make me your boat and mast
We'll own our own regatta
With the wind
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