| I went looking for a song for you
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| Something soft and patient to reflect it’s muse
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| I took a walk with all my brightest thoughts
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| But the weather soon turned and they all ran off
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| Took to the ocean in a boat this time
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| Only an idiot would swim through the shit I write
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| How can I talk of life and warmth?
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| I’ve got a voice like a gutter in a toxic storm
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| All the dark words pouring from my throat
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| Sound like an oil slick coating the wings we’ve grown
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| There goes a love song drifting out to sea
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| I’d sing along if I could hear over the oil slick
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| So it came to pass and I came home
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| With four worn out limbs and not one love song
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| How predictable this is all you’ve got
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| Yet another selfish signpost to my ruin of faults
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| All the dark words pouring from my throat
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| Sound like an oil slick coating the wings we’ve grown
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| There goes a love song drifting out to sea
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| I’d sing along if I could hear
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| Over the dark words pissing from my throat
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| Sounds like an oil slick coating the wings we’ve grown
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| There goes a love song drifting out of my reach
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| I’d sing along if I could see past the oil slick
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| The oil slick
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| The oil slick
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| The oil slick
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| There is light but there’s a tunnel to crawl through
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| There is love but its misery loves you
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| There’s still hope so I think we’ll be fine
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| In these disastrous times, disastrous times
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| There is light but there’s a tunnel to crawl through
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| There is love but its misery loves you
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| Still got hope, so I think we’ll be fine
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| In these disastrous times, disastrous times |