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i've been throwing up over this ledge for the last 7 weeks |
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and you've been throwing history to hell |
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i've been writing almost everyday that i've been gone |
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do you still remember how my beard once felt |
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i've been eating seaweed from a whale named emily |
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she could swallow me, or help swallow my pride |
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we wade under the tow like diamonds |
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we wade under the tow like diamonds |
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i've been watching you look at a locket from your mother |
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or perhaps its from a girl you don't speak of |
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do you miss her when your sleeping |
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do you find it hard to eat when |
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everything reminds you of her stilly ghost |
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so to captains of my captain how can i become i captain |
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get the strength i need to pull this one around |
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i will wait under the tow like lions |
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i will wait under the tow like lions |
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like lions do. |
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oh my god, what am i doing here? |
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and i walk this ship of golden brown |
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you sit back covered up sounds |
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that don't come from my lips |
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you know they don't come from my lips |
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and you can try to break the silence |
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while you making love with violence |
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to my flesh and blood a traitor |
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oh my flesh and blood are traitors to you now |