| I can taste salt water and if I blink again
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| You’ll be sinking in, so we’ll learn to swim in the ocean
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| You made to hold ya and you think of him
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| And pretty soon you’ll be floating away
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| And I’ll hold on to the words you spoke of Anchored down in my throat, love
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| And I’m captain of this sinking boat, now
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| We just want all men to carry me home
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| The saltedness won’t dry
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| I’ll wipe my shirtsleeves under your eyes
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| These hearts will be fully tonight
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| I’ll wipe my shirtsleeves
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| Under your eyes
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| Your eyes
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| Your eyes
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| You eyes
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| I still taste salt water
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| Oh my lips from your kiss bitterness
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| And I drown within the ocean you made
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| And I hate to love you, these cuffs cover in your make up
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| I’ll never trust you again
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| You can just be a friend
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| And I’ll hold on to the words you spoke of Anchored down in my throat, love
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| And I’m captain of this sinking boat, now
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| We just want all men to carry me home
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| The saltedness won’t dry
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| I’ll wipe my shirtsleeves
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| Under your eyes
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| These hearts will be fully tonight
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| I’ll wipe my shirtsleeves
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| Under your eyes
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| Your eyes, your lips, your mouth
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| Your thighs, your back, you drive me wild
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| Tonight, the fact design
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| I’m on my way home
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| On the way home
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| I lied, I tried to cry but I’m drowning in the ocean you made
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| The saltedness won’t dry
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| I’ll wipe my shirtsleeves
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| Under your eyes
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| These hearts will be fully tonight
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| I’ll wipe my shirtsleeves
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| Under your eyes
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| Your eyes, your eyes, you eyes |