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big boat caught in my throat |
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it's the deck hand hitting the wrong notes |
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came to with a pain in my gut again |
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I cut it open wide, took out a box |
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inside the box there was a beat keeping time |
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is it a crime to pass the blame |
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if every time the punishment is the same? |
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life is a loose tooth leaving your mouth |
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so get it out get it out |
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dig that ditch |
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ditch that dirt |
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it's just a body now |
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pick me up so I can fall back down again |
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decending into vertigo |
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if it's a crime they'll hang me every time |
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I tried to offer up a reason why |
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I tried, my dear, to set things straight |
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I fear that I was too late to be cleared of the crime |
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I ust missed a slap on the wrist, |
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a key witness to the stand |
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but the jury's out creeping about & I am a guilty man |
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and the cyst is growing into this |
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so I drowned in the boat I choked down |
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and the captain remained proud |
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looked down, seeing the ground getting closer to me |
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and now the ground is coming up my sleeves |
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pick me up so I can fall back down again |
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descending into vertigo |
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if it's a crime they'll hang me every time |
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I tried to offer up a reason why |
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I tried, my dear, to set things straight |
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I fear that I was too late to be cleared of the crime |
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if it's a crime, they'll hang me every time |
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I tried to set things straight |
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I fear that I was too late to be cleared of the crime |