| This is something I’m accustomed to
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| And God knows I’ve done my suffering too
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| But I’ve been places I’d only read about
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| Oh, the sacrifice, and I was lost
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| To see the water break the walls
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| And then it all came rushing in
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| I’m a castaway, barely clinging to the wreckage
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| I hope this tidal wave might bring you my last message
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| Cause I’ll sing and we’ll play until the sun comes up again
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| We’ll stay and go down with this ship
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| I’m foolish and have stubborn bones
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| But it’s long-past the point of letting go
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| And I’m still here now, holding on
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| I’m a castaway, barely clinging to the wreckage
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| I hope this tidal wave might bring you my last message
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| Cause I’ll sing and we’ll play until the sun comes up again
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| We’ll stay and go down with this ship
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa
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| I’m a castaway, merely clinging to the wreckage
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| Did my letter get to you? |
| I hope you read it
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| Cause I’ll sing and we’ll play until the sun comes up again
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| We’ll stay and go down with this ship
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Go down with this ship
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| (Whoa-oh-oh) |