| All the furniture is gone we lost it in the flood
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| There’s nothing left at all
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| And as my head begins to spill its air
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| It’s very clear that I will not get too far
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| Although we’re getting cold
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| We put the fire out baby when we get home
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| Although it’s getting cold
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| We put the fire out baby when we get home
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| Despite belief in factories that sell the curse of Marjorie
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| I will not let you go
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| All the water in my ears, it comes as no surprise
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| There’s nothing left at all
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| As my body loses hold my head is letting go
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| And I will not get too far
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| All my friends in the sea
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| Are jumpin' in after me
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| Everyone’s going to make this hurt
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| Everyone’s going to make this worse
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| Everyone’s going to make this hurt
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| Everyone knows they’re only making it worse |