| Titanic Days |
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| I just know |
| Though I can’t see |
| But I can feel his hands all over me |
| His hot breath on me |
| I can’t resist |
| His rope, my wrists |
| I never knew there might be days like this |
| Dream on he says |
| Dream on he says |
| Will I be saved |
| From these Titanic days |
| A violent frenzy |
| In a none too cheap hotel |
| He says it’s hazy |
| But I remember it so well |
| His arms, his face |
| The way my words got twisted out of place |
| Dream on he says |
| Dream on he always says |
| It’s sink or swim |
| In these Titanic days |
| So hot so hungry |
| So faretheewell goodbye |
| I got so angry |
| Now I sit here and sigh |
| My love, always |
| We should rejoice in these Titanic days |
| Dream on he says |
| Dream on he says |
| Will I be saved |
| Will I be saved |
| Dream on he says |
| Dream on he says |
| Do you ever get that sinking feeling? |
