07x03 - Family Pictures

Episode transcripts for the 2013 TV show "Ray Donovan". Aired: June 30,2013 - February 2020.*
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Ray Donovan works for the powerful law firm Goldman & Drexler, representing the rich and famous. Donavon is a professional "fixer" for the rich and famous in LA, who can make anyone's problems disappear except those created by his own family.
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07x03 - Family Pictures

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[Ray] Previously,
on Ray Donovan...

[motor revving]

[Daryll] Two...

[both] Three!

[splash]

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

[engine turns]

- Oh, God!
- [tires screeching]

[boom]

[crowd cheering]

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[vomiting]

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

Can you tell me
where you were

on the night
of November 7th?

[no audio]

My dad needs a favor.

f*ck it!

[man groans, woman whimpers]

The f*ck--

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

[giggling]

May he rest in f*ckin' peace.

Slainte.

Ray-Ray.

♪ bluesy vocalizing ♪

♪ My time
Lord my time ♪

♪ Oh Lord ♪

♪ Goin' home ♪

♪ Oh Lord ♪

♪ Goin' home, Lord ♪

♪ I'm home ♪

♪ She goin' home ♪

♪ Make me feel like ♪

♪ Make me
feel like ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪♪♪

- ♪ Mmm ♪
- [Mickey] Why me?

Why did I survive?

It was pretty
spectacular, Ray.

I'm talkin'...

genuine hand of God here--

I think...I may be blessed.

You don't wanna know
what happened?

No.

Not even curious?

You know, you live through
somethin' like that, and...

it gets you thinkin' about
what's really important...

our purpose here,
sh*t like that.

Where we goin', Ray?

Those cops you chopped up...

one of the heads came up.

[softly] Jesus.

What are you gonna do?

Gonna make it easy
for them to pin it on you.

I'm not going back
to prison.

[softly]
I can't go back, Ray.

[Ray]
Course you can't.

You're dead.

That was a nice urn
you bought for me.

I'm not sure about the...
Eternal Flame thing.

I didn't know
they made those.

Kind of a strange...

strange choice, actually,
for a guy who b*rned to death.

[laughs]

[Mickey] You can admit
you were sad, Ray,

when you heard that I was dead.
It's only natural.

- What?
- Nothing to be ashamed of.

No one would judge ya for it

if you shed a tear or two
for your old man.

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

I want you to stand there,
put your prints on the door.

Sure...yeah.

[Mickey] I'm puttin' 'em
everywhere here.

♪ dark, suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

He was right here
when I popped him.

What?

The cop I sh*t, when I saved
your life, Raymond.

Here.

[Ray] Blow your nose.

[Mickey] Sure...my blood.

Ooh, that's a lotta DNA.

[sniffs]
Have a party.

♪♪♪

[phone rings distantly]

[Mickey] So why didn't I
go up in flames?

It was like the Titanic.

Remember in the Titantic

where...the rear of the boat
goes up in the air

and everyone else
is drowning?

It's the same thing
because the back of the bus...

sorta catches all the bumps
the hardest.

So the security door
just opened right up

like the Red Sea partin'.

And I'm out the f*ckin' door.

[hinges squeak]

Shoulda seen the expl*si*n,
Ray, and the...

flames.

And me flyin' through the air
out the back of the bus...

carried on angel wings
or something.

What kinda boat did you take?

[Mickey] One-a those little
Whalers out there.

Wasn't normal, Ray.

Was from somethin' else,
ya know?

- Sign this.
- [pad slaps down]

[distant boat horn blows]

[Ray] The f*ck is that?

They'll match up
the handwritin'.

Bein' a cop k*ller's
one thing, Ray,

but don't make me look
stupid.

♪ dark, suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[Mickey] Ah, yeah.

You popped seven rounds
into a guy just sittin' down.

Put your prints
on this.

Didn't wanna give him
a chance, did ya?

♪♪♪

- [Ray] Let's go.
- Wait a minute.

What?

I would never get rid
of a g*n

and not wipe it down.

But...

Under the duress of a m*rder,

I might accidentally...

leave a new print

as I'm wipin' down the old.

You're welcome.

[softly]
Jesus f*ckin' Christ.

[rap music playing]

♪♪♪

The Post.

♪♪♪

[ambient background noise,
chatter]

- Ma!
- Oh, my baby.

Hi.

- [Daryll] I missed you.
- Oh, my sweetheart.

Let me look at you.

[small laugh]
Been a long time, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Sorry about Mickey.

About that...

[doorbell rings]

What is this?

[Ray] The story's
changed.

Okay...

My father k*lled everyone.

Pleasure to meet you.

You have lovely eyes.

This is the guy Mac told you
k*lled Rad, Al, and Bianchi.

Him?

You're not exactly
meeting me at my best, darling.

Where's that leave Mac
in all this?

He's not a cop k*ller.

[Mickey] That was a kindness
you did, Raymond.

A mitzvah, like the Jewish
people call it.

What?

Supportin' the widow.

That's the f*ckin' purpose
I'm talkin' about.

[phone rings]

- [beep]
- Hi, Ray.

Make the calls.
Destroy the phones.

Is that Sandy?

You don't have ta
tell me that.

I'm not a f*ckin' amateur.

- [beep]
- [beep]

Let me talk to her.

You're dead.
You don't talk to anyone.

♪ edgy music ♪

♪♪♪

[dial beep tones]

[line rings]

Hello, is this the tip line?

- [man] Yes, it is.
- Good.

Listen, uh...I was
pickin' up trash today

in an alley behind, uh,

272 Altoona Street.

[chuckles]
I like to volunteer

and beautify the neighborhood.

And I found something
very strange--

a bloodied shirt and a g*n.

[man] A bloody shirt and g*n.
And what was your name?

Uh, no, dear, I, uh,
I will not leave my name.

Uh...the Bible tells us

never to practice
our good deeds in public

or we'll have no reward
from our Father in heaven.

- [beep]
- [exhales]

[splash]

[background chatter]

[Daryll talking
indistinctly]

I mean, I'm not saying
I'm vain...

- [Claudette] Uh-huh.
- [continues indistinctly]

Daryll Donovan.

Yeah, what's up?

Detective Perry.
NYPD.

I have some questions

about the night
of November seventh.

November seventh?

What, like last year
November seventh?

You remember where
you were that night?

[Daryll] Ah...yes.

I do, um, I went to...

Madison Square Garden
for the first time.

The J. W. H. show.

J.W.H. show.

Jonathan Walker Hanson.

And, oh, yes, he k*lled it.

He must be thrilled
with the new demographic.

What?

Can anyone else
confirm you being there?

Yeah, my, um, I went with
my brother and my niece

and her husband.

- Your family; of course.
- [Daryll] Yeah.

Oh, and, uh, you know,
we got to go backstage

and, like, meet
Jonathan Walker Hanson.

And, uh, we also met his, uh,
producer Adam Rain.

[Perry]
I ask them about you,

- they'll remember?
- [Daryll] I don't know,

I mean...I mean,
we had a good talk, though.

We talked about, like,
you know, baseball,

like the Dodgers, Yankees,
who's better.

Oh, he, yeah, he likes dogs.

- [Perry] Who?
- Jonathan Walker Hanson.

I said that already.

I need receipts,
ticket stubs,

selfies of you backstage
with those dogs.

Otherwise, next time,
I'm gonna have to take you in.

Okay.

Have a good day.

[scoffs]

Okay, so what was that
all about?

Ma, I dunno!

Mm-hmm.

Well, it sounds like
some Donovan bull-sh*t to me.

Ma, don't worry about it,
all right?

We good!

Daryll...

you gonna land your ass
in prison.

[Claudette, whispering]
sh*t!

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

- Is this the tip line?
- [woman] Yes, ma'am.

Ah...so listen, uh...

I was suckin' off one-a
my Johns the other day and...

he runs a boat rental outfit
over there on Long Island.

[woman]
North Shore or South Shore?

Yeah, right near where all
those heads is comin' up.

[woman] So, Huntington?

Yeah, that's right.

[woman] And which rental
store in Huntington?

- Uh-huh.
- [woman] No, whi--

You got it.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

Terry.

You came back.

Yeah, I-I did.

I...I wanna do it
again.

Come on.

[store manager]
A raise?

- [Bunchy] Yeah.
- A raise.

I protected the store,
right, I saved lives.

What you did, Brendan--
f*ring a w*apon,

injuring two people--
that is not our safety policy.

Well, f*ck your safety policy,
all right?

Those gunmen--

Gunmen?

You sh*t a teenager
in the back...

who now is in intensive care.

- Intensive care?
- And God forbid if he dies,

you'll be getting whatever's
the opposite of a raise.

Lawyers and corporate
are coming in later today

to decide whether we're
defending you, f*ring you,

[voice fades, echoes]
or suing you,

and you want a raise.

[distant, muffled]
Read your contract...

[continues indistinctly]

[phone rings]

- [beep]
- Yeah.

[Feratti]
That little person.

What?

The picture
of the little person.

- What about him?
- He won't talk, will he?

- No.
- Good. That's good.

The D. A.'s gonna file charges
against Sullivan--

child endangerment,
sex crimes.

I want you to find me
a ten-year-old boy.

- What for?
- To say he was the kid

in the picture.

I want you to do that.

[phone beeps]

Trouble?

[phone beeps]

[metal clanking,
squeaking]

The Fortress
of Solitude, huh?

[clank]

What's, uh, what's with
all the tequila?

It's Tommy Wheeler's
place.

We're just usin'
the back for a while.

You could put the Raiders

of the f*ckin'
Lost Ark in here.

Hey, guys.

- You got everything?
- Yeah, the money and ticket

are ready--just give me
a second with the passport.

Hey, Smitty, man.

You all right?

- I'm f*ckin' here.
- [light laugh]

Back from the dead.

Like the Son of God risen up.

Adam Rain sent you that.

[Mickey chatters in background]

I was in the bus
with everyone else,

and I-I'm...workin' on
these cuffs that were tight

and I'm tryin'
to loosen 'em.

And I checked
my, uh, four-leaf clover.

See?
Got a four-leaf clover there.

Luck o' the Irish.

Does, uh...he know
he's goin'?

- [Mickey chattering]
- Not yet.

- Puhhh...puuuhhhh...
- Hey, Ray.

Have you--
have you heard this story?

Yeah, I heard it.

- It's f*ckin' amazing, it's...
- [Mickey] Yeah, and I--

I musta gone out.

I musta gone out
for a second or two.

So where're we goin'?

To see the shaman.

W-what does he do?

Parkinson's.

Cancer, Alzheimer's,

autism, manic depression.

It's all just blocked
channels in the body.

You shove western medicine
into those channels,

and that pharmaceutical poison
just blocks 'em even more.

But what the shaman does

is he asks you to clear
those channels.

So...

this guy c--

can cure me?

He is going to show you
a way to cure yourself.

I see nothin' but red,
smoke, and f*ckin' flames

and a little flicker
off to the side,

and it's burnin' metal.

[Mickey] And I--

Uh...[stammers]
can I help you?

I need to speak with
Ray Donovan.

[Smitty] Uh, do you have
an appointment?

Just...tell him that
Kevin Sullivan's sister's here.

♪ lightly tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[Mickey] Sullivan.

You got people in Boston?

I do...

[Lena]
Mr. Wallace.

Mr. Wallace, right this way.

Oh! Oh, yes, dear.

♪♪♪

[huffs]
Can we speak privately?

Sure.

Is that Jim Sullivan's
daughter?

I-I don't know.

Grew into a beauty.

Seems nice enough, too,
which is a miracle,

considering her father's
a legitimate piece of sh*t.

Have a seat.

I found something
that I wanted to give you.

Yeah?

Your sister
was my babysitter.

And she used to have me
put makeup on her

and, like,
feather her hair.

[light laugh]
Do you remember that look?

What do you want?

You made my brother look like
something he's not.

Yeah?

Look, I know
you won't take money.

I've got a feeling

you're not a man who
gives a sh*t about threats.

[exhales]

I guess I was just hoping.

Hopin' what?

Bridget told me you were
the best person she knew.

I guess I was hoping...

maybe that Ray Donovan
might still be around.

[sighs]

What's goin' on?

He's got something
on her brother.

[quietly] He's got a picture
of Kevin Sullivan

sucking on some guy's cock.

[Mickey] You got, uh, pictures
of Jim Sullivan's kid

suckin' cock, huh?

- [Lena] Yeah.
- Finished?

What you got goin' on
with the Sullivans?

- That's for you.
- You know what

- you're getting into?
- That's a one-way ticket.

The Maldives.

Yeah.

"Martin O'Dea"?

You couldn't find
a more Irish name, huh?

Here, put these on.

Sendin' me away, huh?

Ray, I'm dead.

No one's lookin'
for me no more.

Yeah?
How long is that gonna last?

Forever
and a f*ckin' day.

That's why I'm a f*ckin'
huge asset.

[phone rings]

- [beep]
- Yeah.

Okay, Ray, this detective
is, like, sweatin' me, okay?

She's gonna come back
like at any minute.

- Calm down, Daryll.
- I am calm, all right?

But if she gets back here,
okay,

a-and I don't have credentials

or a p--or a picture of me
and J. W. H.'s dog backstage,

she's gonna put
my black ass in jail.

- I'll be right over.
- [phone beeps]

[Ray sighs]

Let's go.

[mellow music playing]

♪♪♪

[Liberty inhales]

[exhales]

[birds chirping]

[Liberty] What do ya think?

[grunts]

Okay, first,
give me your meds.

- [pills rattling]
- All of 'em.

[pills rattling]

Let me show you around.

I could do
plastic surgery, Ray.

Get a whole new face.

Get rid of these
fingerprints, too.

People do dat.

[laughing, chattering]

Oh, where the hell are we?

Little slice of heaven.

Hoo!
[chuckles]

Stay here.

[knock on door]

- [Ray] What'd you tell her?
- [Daryll] What?

The cop--I need to know exactly
what you f*ckin' told her.

Hello, Ray.

♪ uneasy music ♪

Uh, she, uh,
came for Pop's funeral.

So how have you been?

♪♪♪

Here's a ticket stub
and a badge.

Give it to the cop
next time you see her.

'Kay.

Try to keep your
f*ckin' mouth shut.

[door opens, closes]

♪ heavy music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

Raymond, is that Claudette?

- [engine turns]
- What's she doin' here?

She came for your f*ckin'
funeral.

[tires screech]

She came for my funeral.

[click, hinges squeak]

♪ unsettling music ♪

♪♪♪

Wait here, just a moment.

[phone rings]

- [beep]
- Hey, Bunch.

[heavy breathing]

[slurring]
Why didn't you testify?

What?

[Bunchy] I know you didn't
need the money, but...

You coulda at least been there
when I had to take the stand,

you know,
in front of all those priests.

Where are you?

Farley's.

[beep, phone clatters]

♪ cryptic music ♪

♪♪♪

What's up?

You have a question
for me, Terry?

I-I-I just wanna get better.

We can help you.

How?

Our cosmovision incorporates

ancestral medical techniques...

with a view of humankind and
its place in the universe...

grounded in a devotion
to Pachamama,

Mother Earth.

In other words, we will
help you return to yourself.

The rest is up to you.

Thanks.

You've been fighting
your whole life.

You're fighting right now.

Yeah.

[Shaman whispers]
Stop--don't fight them.

♪ cryptic music ♪

W-wha--

Let yourself be part of them.

♪♪♪

Think of it this way,
Terry.

Your hands are still.

It's the world
that's trembling.

Ya all right?

I'm sorry I said what I said
when I called ya.

Just...

Don't worry about it.

Let's get outta here.
Come on.

When I went in to ask for
a raise after what I...

after what I did...

you know what they said?

What?

[uneven breathing]

That they might f*ckin'
sue me or...

fire me.

I was protectin' the store.

You did the right thing,
Bunch.

I sh*t a f*cking kid
in the back!

You did
what had to be done.

What nobody in that f*ckin'
store had the nerve to do.

sh*t hit the f*ckin' fan,
you stood up...

and did what had to
be done.

[softly] Say it.

[louder] Say it.

I did what had to be done.

Yeah.


[softly]
That's right.

Let's get the f*ck
outta here.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

Ray's forcin' me
to leave the country, Bunch.

Yeah?

Yeah, after all I done
for everybody.

All I done for you.

Tell him I won't be
a problem, Bunch.

Yeah, you will, Mick.

You're always
a f*ckin' problem.

[knocking on door]

Hey, Detective!

[Daryll] Uh, come on in.

Heard about your father.
My condolences.

Uh, yeah, thanks.

We got a few calls today.

Anonymous tips.

Led us to a g*n
in Staten Island

with your father's prints.

Another call led us
to a marina.

Some fishermen in the area
said they saw a man

fitting the description
of your father

out on the water that day.

Said he wasn't alone.
Said he was with a black man.

Late 30s, early 40s.
Well-built.

And my son's the only person
in five boroughs

that fits that description,
right?

The backstage pass
and the tickets

that you was asking about--
just...excuse me.

I don't, uh...

I normally don't, uh,
keep this kinda sh*t,

but, you know, it was
a special night.

- [chuckles]
- [Perry] Wow.

His first-ever middle-aged
African-American fan.

Yeah, my man even, uh,
[laughs] he signed it,

uh, "To Daryll."

The real deal.

Impressive.

You mind if I hold on
to these?

[mutters]
Sure, if you want.

I appreciate all your help.

I'll circle back.

♪ lightly edgy music ♪

♪♪♪

We were a good team
today, Ray.

Donovan and son.

Donovan and Donovan.
[chuckles]

I'm askin' ya...

let me be useful.

You gotta go, Mick.

You'll, uh,
come visit me, right?

Sure.

They got huts...

in the ocean out there.

People actually live on
stilts over the water.

[Mickey] Yeah.

A little sharky, but, uh...

they say it's beautiful.

Hey. Hey.

[quietly] You were
always my favorite.

You say that
to all your sons, Mick.

It's true every time I say it.

♪ soft music ♪

♪♪♪

Ray...

I accept your forgiveness.

I thought about it.

And I accept it.

Fine.

And I forgive you.

[Ray] Fine.

You should go through,
Mick.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

Think we're bad sons,
Ray?

Pull over the car.

Why?

Just pull over
the f*ckin' car.

What's goin' on?

Hey.

Bunch.

[bell tolling]

I don't wanna close
this case.

Do you know much heat
there is on this?

Not just from upstairs
but above upstairs.

- I do.
- So close it up.

- It doesn't feel right.
- Feel right.

You got a g*n
with fingerprints

and ballistics report
to match.

And no motive and no logic.

- Don't haggle.
- It's a frame job.

His father couldn't've
done this alone.

[Bricker] You got three solved
murders to your name here.

Michael Donovan
was a son of a bitch,

and we can all feel grateful

that murderin' psychopath
is dead.

But you're gonna
let Ray Donovan

- get away with f*cking m--
- Shut it down.

Take the win and call it
a day, Detective.

[sighs]

I got the D. A. ready
to draw up an indictment,

and I need to announce
the deal.

So get me the camera
and a f*cking kid

by the end of the day.

[beep]

You left early
last time.

Yeah, I wanted
to apologize for that.

Oh, I'm not asking
for an apology.

I'm just curious about
what you were feeling.

I lost control.

That happens when I drink.

Did you drink more
after you left?

Yeah.

Wanna talk about that?

Not really.

You wanna talk about
your father?

Okay.

Is there anything
you wanna talk about?

Somethin' my sister said.

What?

When we were kids...
[inhales]

um...
[sighs]

before my mother got sick,
before all this...

We read these books together.

They were about, uh...

about a veterinarian
in London.

There were four of them--

All Creatures
Great and Small,

All Things Bright
and Beautiful,

All Things
Wise and Wonderful,

And The Lord God
Made Them All.

Yeah, I know those books.
I read them too.

I thought I should be
somethin' like that, you know?

Veterinarian...

someone who helps animals.

Or people.

What?

Someone who helps people.

Yeah.

[melancholy piano notes]

♪♪♪

Missed it.

There was some real
"Eleanor Rigby" sh*t

goin' on in here.

Sorry, family stuff.

You know what's actually
kind of incredible?

I mean, he sang beautifully.

I mean, no one's ever
gonna take him seriously,

- but he's really talented.
- [light chuckle]

I, uh, I wanted
to say thank you

for helping me out
with those tickets.

I liked it.

- What?
- I mean, I know

whatever your dad's into,
it's f*cked up, right?

And I like being in on
that fixer sh*t.

It's not that great.

Well, I need some more
danger in my life.

You think
that's what you want?

- [Bridget, chuckles]
- Come here.

Come here.
Listen to this.

[melancholy notes]

♪♪♪

I think The Hollies
and Radiohead

- already made that one.
- [laughing] No!

Oh...no!

Yeah.

- God damn it!
- [laughing]

- [Adam] Ohh...
- [Bridget] Yeah.

- Uh-hmm.
- [strumming guitar]

What is it,
"The Air That I Breathe"?

- Mm-hmm.
- [whispers] Oh, my God.

- Yep.
- [strumming guitar]

[humming]

♪ If ♪

♪ I could make a wish ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I think I'd pass ♪

- [Adam] Whew!
- [whispers] It's so good.

♪ Can't think of ♪

♪ Anything ♪

♪ I need ♪

Holy sh*t.

[laughs]

♪♪♪

♪ No ♪

♪ Cigarettes, no sleep ♪

♪ No lights ♪

♪ No sound ♪

♪♪♪

- ♪ Noth...ing to eat ♪
- [laughing]

♪ No books to read ♪

♪♪♪

- Keep goin', keep goin'.
- Mm-hmm, that's it.

- No, come on!
- I should go.

No. Stay.

Why?

Because...

someone needs to stop me
from plagiarizing songs.

Come on.

♪♪♪

♪ S--some ♪

[both] ♪ Times ♪

♪ All I need is the air ♪

♪ That I breathe ♪

[hums]

- ♪ You ♪
- [Adam, softly] That's it.

♪♪♪

[dinner music playing]

♪♪♪

Johnny Walker
on the rocks, please.

[man] Yes, sir.

[ice cubes tinkling]

I was surprised
to get your text.

[background chatter]

[dinner music continues]

♪♪

You lived across
the street

from the house
that b*rned down, right?

- [whispers] Yeah.
- The Murphys.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you were right next to

the Goodwill.

- Yeah.
- [light laugh] Yeah,

my mother bought so much
sh*t from that place,

my brother thought
Goodwill was a brand name.

My sister--

she really say
all those things about me?

What?

That I was the best person
she knew.

[Molly]
Yes.

Why?

Doesn't sound like her.

You were the best
person she knew.

I was there.

Did you think
I was making it up?

I should go.

Stay for another drink.
I mean--

Ray.

Thank you.

[dinner music continues]

♪♪♪

Where you been?

I gave Molly Sullivan
the camera.

[Lena] Well, Feratti's
gonna come after you

with everything he's got now.

Yeah.

What, you don't care?

I don't wanna do it
anymore.

Ray...

Shake my hand.

Why?

Because I'm leaving.

It's time.

Yeah.

Bye, Ray.

♪ The Waterboys'
"Fisherman's Blues" plays ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I wish I was a fisherman ♪

♪ Tumblin' on the seas ♪

♪ Far away from dry land ♪

♪ And its bitter memories ♪

♪ Castin' out my sweet line ♪

♪ With abandonment and love ♪

♪ No ceilin'
bearin' down on me ♪

♪ 'Cept the starry sky above ♪

♪ With light in my head ♪

♪ You in my arms ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪♪♪

[no audio]

♪ I wish I was the brakeman ♪

♪ On a hurtlin'
fevered train ♪

♪ Crashin' headlong
into the heartland ♪

♪ Like a cannon in the rain ♪

♪ With the b*ating
of the sleepers ♪

♪ And the burnin'
of the coal ♪

♪ Counting the towns
flashing by ♪

♪ In a night
that's full of soul ♪

♪ With light in my head ♪

♪♪♪

♪ You in my arms ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪♪♪

[song continues]

♪♪♪

[song continues]

♪ Well, I know
I will be loosened ♪

♪ From bonds
that hold me fast ♪

♪ That the chains
all hung around me ♪

♪ Will fall away at last ♪

♪ And on that fine
and fateful day ♪

♪ I will take me in my hands ♪

♪ I will ride on the train ♪

♪ I will be the fisherman ♪

♪ With light in my head ♪

♪ You in my arms ♪

♪ Whoo hoo hoo ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Whoo hoo ♪

♪ Light in my head ♪

♪ You in my arms ♪

♪ Light in my head ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Light in my head ♪

♪ Lhtn hd ♪
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