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She was naked |
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She was waiting by the seaside |
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She was crying |
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She was filling up the ocean for me |
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Because she knows I can't swim |
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All the wailing and the sobbing on the hour |
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C'mon darling |
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C'mon c'mon c'mon |
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You know you know I can't swim |
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I need air |
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Just some oxygen, I think it's only fair |
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A reprieve, a pardon, please |
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I've read my sentence and it seems a tad extreme |
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The tears kept raining all night |
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With a warm, salty sting |
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The coastline stretches for days |
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Now it's all I see |
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I play the fool, I play dumb |
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I kept the flow of denials |
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Can't believe I let my excuses up to no fire |
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Each one a dead albatross and a one-way ticket to Devil's Isle |
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It's five fourteen in the morning |
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It's bad, bad, bad as you go |
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I plead with the sun to called on the dawn: |
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Where you hiding? |
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Where you hiding? |
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She was golden and devoted to the shoreline |
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She was young, beautiful and her skin was on fire |
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And she knows I can't swim |
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I never learned |
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So I'm not sure what songs the sirens use to lure |
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A wayward lad whose legs need land |
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I've been convicted and most certainly condemned |
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To drift each nautical mile |
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Under a blistering heat |
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Is this heaven or hell? |
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Or in between? |
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I play the fool,I play dumb |
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I kept the flow of denials |
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Can't believe I let my excuses up to no fire |
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Each one a dead albatross and a one-way ticket to Devil's Isle |
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It's five fourteen in the morning |
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It's bad, bad, bad as you go |
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I played with the sun to called on the dawn: |
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Where you hiding? |
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Where you hiding? |
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Don't take my heart |
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Cuz it's a worthless little stone |
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and without it I would float |
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all my days and nights |
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I'd rather sink to the floor than continue with this pyre |
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So don't take my heart |
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Cuz it's a worthless little stone |
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and without it I would float |
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all my days and nights |
