| There’s sharks below the surface
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| Waiting to come and drag me down
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| With copious amounts of pills
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| And amphetamines to combat ourselves
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| What used to be the simplest days
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| Became so complicated with cocktails of colourful meds
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| Now I’m just another stray dog on the boulevard
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| With the last of the hometown stars
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| Don’t tell me in your little tone
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| I hate to say I told you so
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| Could you just let it go?
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| Help me find a way out of this mess
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| I’m sick of all the choices that I made
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| When there was simply nothing left
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| Help me put a distance to my past
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| Scars I have
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| Sharks below the surface
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| Talk is getting serious
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| About the future and all my big plans
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| But like love lost in Los Angeles
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| It comes and goes with the latest of trends
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| What used to be a lucrative business has just gone to shit
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| With the collapse of the meaning itself
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| Now I’m just another stray dog on the boulevard
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| With the last of the boomtown whores
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| Don’t tell me in your little tone
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| I hate to say I told you so
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| Could you just let it go?
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| Help me find a way out of this mess
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| I’m sick of all the choices that I made
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| When there was simply nothing left
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| Help me put a distance to my past
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| The scars I have
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| I cannot forget
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| Sharks below the surface
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| More, more
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| Oh, can you help me get
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| More, more?
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| Oh, just a little bit
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| More, more?
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| Oh, will you help me get
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| Just a little bit more?
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| Help me find a way out of this mess
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| I’m sick of all the choices that I made
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| When there was simply nothing left
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| Help me put a distance to my past
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| Scars I have
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| I cannot forget
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| Sharks below the surface
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| Sharks below the surface
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| Sharks below the surface… |