| I hear your voice on the current
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| Seeping through the cracks in the hull
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| Can’t find a port in this storm
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| But I’m sheltered and warm
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| Squinting in the glow
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| Is it a beacon of hope
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| Or trust a flame I really don’t know
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| But against this tower of light
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| I can make out a vessel
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| On it’s way
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| To you
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| I wonder what my dad really thinks
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| When I air our business out in a blink
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| I ain’t thought about it twice
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| Let alone worry 'bout the cosequence
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| Shoot first
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| Think second
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| Always been my way to tackle this 'cause
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| Truth hurts
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| It’s stressing
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| Always knew what I would think of it
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| But it’s not even about that anymore
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| I just don’t want it to be like it was before
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| So I’m trying real hard not to point fingers
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| Hoping I can leave the drugs by the door
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| And never ever mention them again
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| Even though I know you’re still using
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| You rather see your soon blind
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| Let’s try the sure way fine
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| I hear your voice on the current
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| Seeping through the cracks in the hull
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| Can’t find a port in this storm
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| But I’m sheltered and warm
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| Squinting in the glow
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| Is it a beacon of hope
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| Or trust a flame I really don’t know
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| But against this tower of light
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| I can make out a vessel
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| On it’s way
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| To you
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| I don’t think I have your number
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| We barely even speak when we see each other
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| I think we both on a guilt trip
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| At least I know that I am, my cover
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| Has always been to keep it at a distance
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| So far away as possible
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| But if it makes any difference
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| I hope we can jump this obstacle
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| That has been our lives
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| All the ups and downs and ins and outs
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| Remember when you sent me all those letters
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| I’m thinking I should read some now
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| To better understand what you felt locked up in a four by four of a cell
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| With two kids on the outside
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| Me, I would have gone out my mind
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| I hear your voice on the current
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| Seeping through the cracks in the hull
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| Can’t find a port in this storm
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| But I’m sheltered and warm
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| Squinting in the glow
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| Is it a beacon of hope
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| Or trust a flame I really don’t know
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| But against this tower of light
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| I can make out a vessel
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| On it’s way
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| To you
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| Maybe this is overdue
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| Or is it better not to
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| 'Cause I don’t need to get reminded
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| I just want to put it behind me
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| And think about what I miss
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| And right now that’s a mist
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| So I couldn’t really tell you
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| If you would ever ask me it
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| But you would never ask me shit
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| You would never ask me shit
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| You would never ask |