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[Verse 1]
Backwater
We're sailing at the edges of time

Backwater
We're drifting at the waterline

Oh we're floating in the coastal waters
You and me and the porter's daughters
Ooh what to do not a sausage to do

And the shorter of the porter's daughters
Dips her hand in the deadly waters
Ooh what to do in a tiny canoe

[Verse 2]
Black water
There were six of us but now we are five

We're all talking
To keep the conversation alive

There was a senator from Ecuador
Who talked about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru

And was found by a conquistador
Who took it to the emperor
And he passed it on to a Turkish guru

[Verse 3]
His daughter
Was slated for becoming divine

He taught her
He taught her how to split and define

But if you study the logistics
And heuristics of the mystics
You will find that their minds rarely move in a line

So it's much more realistic
To abandon such ballistics
And resign to be trapped on a leaf in the vine

[Verse 1]

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