With a dark and rolling sea 
Between my love and me 
I keep walking thru this cold hard town 
While i wait for better days 
I could use a place to stay 
Or a floor where I could lay my blanket down 
If I could beg, steal, or borrow 
A ticket on some boat or plane 
I'd be leaving London tomorrow 
To fly to my young love again 
Up at dawn to change my shirt 
And to wash away the dirt 
Then it's over to American Express 
Not one letter did I find 
No, she didn't send one line 
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