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it looks like the tide is calling |
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send off is drawing near |
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the whistle blowing |
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the commander's on the phone |
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i wont know your thoughts when i'm gone |
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i wont have a lot to say |
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but i'll be bored of smiling when it ain't at you |
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and its alright, its alright |
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its alright, its alright |
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why you'e my hand-me-down jean |
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i'm your warranted queen |
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my mouth on your spoon |
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goodnight red balloon |
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you play your cards with a mystery face |
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and use your golden grace |
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i'll be sending my guards to come find you |
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i don't know where to fall |
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or if this is love at all |
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but your lips on mine have branded a sign |
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but its alright, its alright |
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it's alright, it's alright |
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you're my hand-me-down jean |
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i'm your warranted queen |
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my mouth on your spoon |
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goodnight red balloon |
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its alright |
