| Listening to you idle talk
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| Smoke rising to the ceiling
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| The words just seem to float on by
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| Maybe you’ve had the feeling
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| Then looking into my empty glass
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| I noticed the bar clock was ten minutes fast
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| My beer was gone, and my money’s spent
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| And I think it’s about time that I went
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| I went walking along the main road
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| How can they call it High Street?
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| I said «Hello» to a face I know
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| But he had someone to meet
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| Then I noticed that the sea was coming in
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| I almost felt like taking a swim
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| But the sea gets wild so I’ve been told
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| And anyway it was much too cold
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| I buttoned my coat up to my chin
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| Went walking along the sand
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| I thought I heard the mermaid sing
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| To the sound of a big brass band
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| A seagull offered me a ride
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| And so as not to hurt his pride
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| I said I wasn’t going far
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| And I let him carry my guitar
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| Then along come a mermaid, «Sing me a song
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| And I’ll stop the band from playing»
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| I was pleased and played with ease
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| To the mermaids gentle swaying
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| I must’ve stayed there for an hour or two
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| The seagull said he’d have to go
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| And the mermaid said that she’d rather hear more
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| But she left me standing on the shore
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| The sun was bathing in the sea
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| Right on the water line
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| I shouted «Goodbye», but he didn’t reply
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| I know he had no time
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| Even my footprints had disappeared
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| And as for the road I steered
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| Out from the sea there come a sigh
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| I think my mermaid said «Goodbye»
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| And I’m listening to your idle talk
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| Smoke rising to the ceiling
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| And I’m watching the words go floating by
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| Maybe you’ve had the feeling
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| Maybe you’ve had the feeling |