| Don’t say you don’t know what I mean
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| Pressure lingers in the room, I can feel it up in my knees
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| I feel it when I awake and ignore it until I leave
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| It’s the little things that count and it’s the little things I need
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| If you find the bottled message that I wrote, I hope you read
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| It’s been floating for some time, was assuming you’d never see
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| Out at sea, it gets lonely in a way that’s so unique
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| Cause you still feel the presence of the waves and the sea
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| See, I patched up the grate, but I can still see a leak
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| Goodbye to the world that brought me to my knees |