| There’s no wisdom I may give
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| Only my apologies
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| If an answer you must have
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| There is a cave by the sea
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| You’ll find there a Methuselah
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| As wind-swept as the trees
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| Should you approach him there
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| I advise you do so gingerly
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| Lorelei, trouble my water
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| Oh, I throw myself over rapture of song
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| Lorelei, sweet mooncusser
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| Oh, my compass is spinning and I’m so far from home
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| There was a time of innocence
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| He knew nothing of the sea
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| Landlocked in all directions
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| Riding elephants to victory
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| But when the war, at last, was over
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| To the circus, the beast went
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| So he walked until the land’s end
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| And he’s been there ever since
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| Lorelei, trouble my water
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| Oh, I throw myself over rapture of song
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| Lorelei, sweet mooncusser
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| Oh, my compass is spinning and I’m so far from home
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| Lorelei, trouble my water
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| Oh, I throw myself over rapture of song
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| Lorelei, sweet mooncusser
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| Oh, my compass is spinning and I’m so far from home |