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Well the fog's so thick you can't spy the laaand
The fog is so thick that you can't even spy the land
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Yays, the soft wind blowing through the pinewood trees
Tha folks down there live a life of ease
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And there's nothing short a' dying that's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down
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