| Losing all my friends
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| Losing them to drinking and to driving
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| Losing all my friends
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| I want them back
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| Slipping out the back
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| Did you really think they wouldn’t notice?
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| Slipping out the back
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| In the pouring rain
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Well you love his wife
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| Loved her, was faithful to her always
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| Buried both the kids
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| In the summer sun
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| Praying for his life
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| Huddled in the brig all with his shipmates
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| Praying for this life
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| And I dropped the bomb
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| What you waiting for?
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| Searching for your brother
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| In an empty room across the hall
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| Is he coming back?
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| Listening at night
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| Waiting for a sound to come up the stairs
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| Listening at night
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| Waiting for the sound of the car park
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Call him up this summer on the phone
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| Let him know what it feels like again
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| Summer skin
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| Found another lover
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| Tell him straight, one time at night I’ll come 'round again
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| Tell him I’m coming 'round the end, yeah
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| I’m coming 'round the end
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| Tying both your shoes
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| Looking past the ocean for a signal
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| Waiting for a bottle
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| In the open water
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| They don’t send you letters
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| They don’t telephone you
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| They don’t send you letters
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| But you’re waiting for them
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| You’re writing
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Call him up this summer on the phone
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| Let him know you feel love again
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| I’m coming 'round the end
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| Call him up this summer on the phone
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| Let him know what it feels like again
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| In summer skin, yeah |