| Isolated from everything,
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| I’m fighting demons off my back,
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| I’d better swallow my pride and think,
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| 'Cause loose lips could well sink ships.
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| If my instinct is wrong,
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| Then why are weird things going on?
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| I need to come down for some air,
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| 'Cause loose lips could well sink ships.
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| Do you feel alone?
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| Do you feel left alone?
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| Can’t you see what went wrong?
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| Oo-ooo.
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| They’re hell bent on rules,
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| And they outrun the rust,
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| I’d better hold my tongue,
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| 'Cause loose lips could well sink ships.
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| When will these dark days be gone?
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| There are strange things going on,
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| If only I could share my thoughts,
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| 'Cause loose lips could well sink ships.
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| Do you feel alone?
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| Do you feel left alone?
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| Can’t you see what went wrong?
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| Oo-ooo.
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| Do you feel alone?
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| Do you feel far from home?
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| Why can’t you see what went wrong?
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| Oo-ooo.
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| I know you feel alone,
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| And these are weird thoughts I know,
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| But can’t you breathe and let it go?
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| And these are weird thoughts I know,
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| But can’t you breathe and let it go? |