| Rowboat, row me to the shore
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| She don’t wanna be my friend no more
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| She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
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| She don’t wanna be my friend no more
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| Pick me up, gimme some food to eat
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| In your truck, goin' no place
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| I’ll be home, talkin' to nobody
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| You’ll be strange, you’ll be far away
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| Big fat moon
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| And my body’s out of tune
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| With the burnin' waves
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| She’s a billion years away
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| Dog food on the floor
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| And I been like this before
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| She is all
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| And everything else is small
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| Pick me up, gimme some alcohol
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| In your truck, playin' the radio
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| I’ll be home with the gasoline
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| You’ll be stoned, you’ll be far away
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| Rowboat, row me to the shore
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| She don’t wanna be my friend no more
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| She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
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| She is all and everything else is small |