Gulls on the Atlantic Ocean,
Calling my home collect on the telephone.
Like a family boy locked up for the crimes that he done,
Like a father does to his son.
Say, where you been?
We aint seen your face.
And weve been so hungry.
See we were living off your lovlieness and kindness.
Oh, tell me where you go.
Seem like time's been so busy.
Singing out lies and cooking up apple pies.
And oh, I know there is no difference to you.
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Gulls off the Atlantic Ocean, Im so sorry.
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Looking for you.
See my mind's been so busy, been tracing lost ties to all the peace and the alabis.
And I know there's no difference to my feathered friends,
if I die or I just stay in.
No, just stay in.
No, just stay in.