England in 1819
to sea in a sieve
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Apart, we don't want start a fire, we don't want to be ignored, we don't want to start a war. Windows see themselves as doors, I'll take my own, gun, home. How? A window's what you want now, leave the open door you've found, stay to be a part, somehow. I'll take my own, son, home.
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