| I took my last sip of water
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| I’m pulling a really tall ship
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| And I’m keeping my eye glued to the window
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| Facing the street I can’t even permit myself
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| To walk on, to walk on
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| I’ve got my new favorite basket
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| Where I’m carrying all of my eggs
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| And I keep going back to the place where I started
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| Where I know I was dead but you
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| You were mine, You were mine
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| I tell myself I’m doing fine
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| But there’s no one here to ease my mind
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| There’s no one here to see me fall
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| There’s no one here at all
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| I tell myself I’m doing fine
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| But there’s no one here to ease my mind
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| There’s no one here to see me fall
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| There’s no one here at all
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| I keep looking down when I’m walking
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| To see that I don’t trip
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| And I think by now you notice
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| That I don’t desert a sinking ship
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| I go down, I go down
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| I tell myself I’m doing fine
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| But there’s no one here to ease my mind
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| There’s no one here to see me fall
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| There’s no one here at all
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| I tell myself I’m doing fine
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| But there’s no one here to ease my mind
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| There’s no one here to see me fall
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| There’s no one here at all |