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"Self-loathing is quaint" |
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You told me, showing restraint |
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Now you're gone and |
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I'm lost, in the swells |
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I am tossed |
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Bobbing and choking and losing the fight in the fog |
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You said, "Forever" |
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Tell me, why can't you stay? |
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I'd ride in your pocket all day, but |
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I just don't fit |
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Say the word and |
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I'll change, |
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I'm throwin' a party |
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Tonight, I drink more than a sailor on shore |
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Pour the rum in my eyes, tell me lies |
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Drunk since |
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Saturday, without you, without restraint |
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It sill stings where you stung, water swings in my lungs |
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I'm starving for words that would ration my sadness away |
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Tell me, "Forever" |
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Tell me you'll come back to stay |
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I'd ride in your pocket all day, but |
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I just don't fit |
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Say the word and |
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I'll change, |
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I'm throwin' a party |
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Tonight, I drink more than a sailor on shore |
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Pour the rum in my eyes, tell me lies |
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You were the mermaid for me' |
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Til one day you found your feet, leaving me |
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In this god-awful bottle, a bottle of heartache and grief |
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I'd ride in your pocket all day, but |
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I just don't fit |
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Say the word and |
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I'll change, |
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I'm throwin' a party |
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Tonight, I drink more than a sailor on shore |
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Pour the rum in my eyes, tell me lies |
