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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSt. Nazaire
Down at the rocks at St. NazaireI took a bottle and a fucking prayerI washed out with the greasy tideI went down on the Selkie brideLook how he's dead and her eyes all blackJust smells like spliff and ArmagnacShe lost her coat, but I like her styleShe lost her head, but I like her smileI'm all done talking to you, ohAnd I don't wanna beat you, noI'm all done talking to youI took a bottle and a fucking prayerDown at the rocks at St. NazaireLook how he's dead and her eyes all blackI washed down never coming backI'm all done talking to you, ohAnd I don't wanna beat you, noI'm done with talking to youI'm all done talking to you, ohAnd I don't wanna beat you, noI'm done with talking to you
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