| Are we still connected or was it just a plot,
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| To get yourself off, and hope that I’m not
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| Listening when it happens.
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| (she said)
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| I can’t begin to say how sorry I am,
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| I never meant for this to happen.
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| The Sun goes down, the knives come out.
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| I’m on the island you left me on,
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| Such a sickening strip of sand;
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| No lifeboats, no getting off.
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| We give up, we give in, we take what we can;
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| We’re trapped deep without a second chance.
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| We give up, we give in, withought blinking;
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| Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?
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| Oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone
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| Starving and sad,
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| Because you know your lover,
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| Won’t be back.
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| All these words, useless and absurd
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| Such a sight of this,
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| Makes the harbor and the water sick.
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| Shall I stay rejected or end up drunk and soft
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| Like a bitter old man sunk in his veins
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| Trying not to get caught.
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| (he says)
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| I know you didn’t miss the sound that I made;
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| It’s simple, and sad, and easy to fake.
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| The liquids down, the knives come out.
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| I’m on the island you left me on,
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| Such a sickening strip of sand;
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| No lifeboats, no getting off.
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| We give up, we give in, we take what we can;
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| We’re trapped deep without a second chance.
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| We give up, we give in, withought thinking;
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| I’ll be there the night you go down.
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| Oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone
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| Starving and sad,
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| Because you know your lover,
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| Won’t be back.
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| All these words, useless and absurd
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| Such a sight of this,
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| Makes the harbor and the water sick.
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| I understand your reasons,
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| For this awkward dance.
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| I’d leave me, too,
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| If I thought I had the slightest chance.
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| I cry aloud to these sheets they grip back tight.
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| I fall asleep to the sound of my own life.
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| If I drink this bottle fast enough,
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| I might get lucky and won’t wake up. |