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Henry Hudson

from Playing Dead by Cannonball Statman

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Courier says it's a strange world;
great big wings, swallowed there.
That's Henry Hudson; he's got quite the mouth.
It's no place for my friends to rest.

And we'll cross Henry Hudson one last time;
cross Henry Hudson one last time,
for my friends on the other side.

Saw the spacecraft touch down;
aluminium wings, struck by the sunrise.
It wasn't long before we got on;
this deranged man and me.

And we'll be bound for a better place.
We are bound to a better place
by the thirst in me.

Courier says it's a sad day;
broken wings, and raging storm clouds.
We are the spacecraft taking off;
we are the spacecraft over the highway.

We'll cross the hudson one last time;
cross Henry Hudson
for you.

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from Playing Dead, released December 15, 2017

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