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You glug and you glug |
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Salt water from sandcastle bucket |
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You glug and you glug |
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And the tide turns in your stomach, splash your shoes |
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You complain the tap water runs solid white |
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You dangle fishing line for crabs |
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But they're not interested, |
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I'm your only bite |
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I watched your face move in a compact mirror |
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How the powder settles in |
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Premature crows feet caused by worry |
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You say I circle you unwanted |
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Like a seagull swoops and feeds from bin |
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There are listed buildings and woe betide your listed heart |
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I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money |
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I'll take any scraps that you can give |
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Come what midnight, you commandeer a fishing boat |
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Decree to drift further than we could swim |
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Come what midnight, the neon signs |
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Have been unplugged and fade |
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You danced a jig down at the harbor |
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Create your own flash show with security lights |
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I remember being naked to my waist |
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Though not in which direction |
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And oh, I am a glutton for love |
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Can you give me some romance? |
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I'm a glutton for sin |
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We are but two atheists in lust |
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You know we gotta make our own luck |
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There are listed buildings and woe betide your listed heart |
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I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money |
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I'll take any scraps that you can give |
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I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money |
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I'll take any scraps that you can give |
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I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money |
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I'll take any scraps that you can give |