When I come home, you won't be there any more
When I come home, you won't be there any more
And you will tear off your clothes and kiss the floor
When I come home, home, home
When I see land, you will conjure up a storm
When I see land, you will conjure up a storm
And I will tie your hand to the highest mast
When I see land, land, land
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And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free
Free from all the happy thoughts and smiles across the sea
In favour of the mean, mean moves
And back doors to the heart from where we always, always fall apart
And you will slide on the back of my bike
And you will slide on the back seat of my bike
And I will ride you home drunken in the rain
And you will win again and again
Now it's your turn you will tie me to the tree
Now it's your turn you will tie me to the tree
And you will sing and sing forever you and me
But in the dark I wonder what you see
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