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I’m sick of the weather up here
It goes on and on my dear
The fish aren’t coming still
they wait and wait until
we put our anchor down
we steal a few hours in town
my feet weren’t made for the sea
they were made for running free
free
don’t make much sense to me (2)
to be stuck on a boated sea
it’s harder to have you here
in the cannery so near
baking bread and drinking wine
all just to pass the time
and I see the ships end their (there)
where my love lets down her hair
but, my dad works this all day
so it’s here, right here we’ll stay
stay, stay,
Never going to Larsen Bay (4)

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