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Beck Derelict
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Shooting venom at the passers-by Hijackers tie the heavens down I put my eyes in a paper bag I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
