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| I’m living alone
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| I’m staring at the weeds
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| I’m drinking in the gasoline
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| Since the fall
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| I’ve been lost at sea
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| Walking in my sleep
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| Dreaming of the major leagues
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| And who’s there calling my name
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| Is it me, is it getting darker in this town
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| You know, you know we’re all just castaways
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| We’re cold and wet and naked and
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| Surrounded by the waves
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| There’s something in the way you hold on, hold on
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| Waiting for the land to come again
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| Alone
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| I’m drinking alone
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| I’m walking in the weeds
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| I’m sinking in a submarine
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| Since the fall
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| I’ve been lost at sea
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| Tripping on my feet
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| Singing in a minor key
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| Is it true a will finds a way
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| And I’ll know that’s the biggest joke in town
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| You know, you know we’re all just castaways
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| We’re cold and wet and naked as
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| We struggle in the waves
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| There’s something in the way you hold on, hold on
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| Waiting for the land to come again
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| You know, you know we’re all just castaways
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| Suspended on a line between
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| The dark blue and the grey
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| There’s something in the way you hold on, hold on
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| Waiting for the land to come
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| Well, we’re waiting for our ship to come
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| Waiting for it all to come again |