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My babe ain't coming home, he's lost at sea.
Called me on the phone; "Come after me!".
Trapped upon a border of life at sea.

And desperately he's calling me.
He says to me, he says: Baby come and rescue me!

The map is far long gone and I can see a pattern.
Troubles weigh upon my head, and it's far from fun.
My Babe ain't coming home, he's lost at sea.
And desperately he's calling me,
he says to me, he says: Baby come and resuce me!

I don't know how to call and I don't know how to answer.
I'm stretching out my arm for him but it's not enough
I never get it wrong and I can sense a pattern.
Still, constantly he's calling me,
he says to me, he says: Baby come and rescue me!

Oh, is it true? You're out in the blue?
I can't stand waiting for you.
And your sailor friends they say that you've made up your mind,
and that you won't be coming home this night
oh

Baby, please! Stop calling me! 'Cause baby you are confusing me.

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