| It’s the closing hour
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| I don’t want to go
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| But I could stay afloat
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| In your eyes
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| I’ve seen the rocks
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| Where everyone gets lost
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| I won’t stray across
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| The white line
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| Let’s admit the world don’t turn around us
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| It’s acting like we don’t exist
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| A drunk that’s sleeping in the corner
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| Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss
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| When elephants come down
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| To the water hole at dusk
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| They feel the same as us about life
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| We all take a drink
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| The sun begins to sink
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| The alligator waits for his time
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| Let’s admit the world don’t turn around us
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| It’s acting like we don’t exist
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| A drunk that’s sleeping in the corner
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| Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss
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| You don’t have to say a word
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| You don’t have to say a word
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| I hear what you’re thinking
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| You don’t have to say a word
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| You don’t have to say a word
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| I know what you’re thinking
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| I know there’s no use
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| So lost and discontent
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| I’m looking for a friend I can trust
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| For all my intent
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| So now I come to you for insight
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| Let’s admit the world don’t care about us
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| It’s acting like we don’t exist
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| Drunk and sleeping in the corner
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| Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss
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| Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss |