| Hey!
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| Arms of the ocean reach out for you
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| Rusty pipes can’t help calling for you too
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| The brine is finer than wine
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| But be careful not to drink too much
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| 'Cause there are remains on the bottom of that cup
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| If you fear you’ve had enough of that salty stuff
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| I’m on the beach, reading a book
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| Lost in a page, lost in an age
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| I could be your bonfire and you could be ship out at sea
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| Look, I’m not after your charity
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| And my dear, I don’t want you pleased with yourself
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| What is that feeling of pride when you throw your coin in a beggar’s cap?
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| Selfless acts are quite selfish when you think about 'em like that!
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| But I’ve been thinking of you and how to improve
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| 'Cause I’m in a fix, your heart is a tool
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| Help someone who’s close! |
| It could be me right who knows?
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| You could be my handout and I’d be your good deed for the day.
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| I want a puzzle I don’t have to beat
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| A watch I don’t have to wind, yeah
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| I really want to find your missing piece
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| And make it mine all mine all mine!
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| Oh! |
| So if you’re hopeless and beat
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| Lower than your feet or up to your neck
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| Down on your knees, in way too deep, out of ideas
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| I could be your brainchild if you promise to take care of me Whoa, I could be your bonfire and you could be my ship out at sea
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| (One more time!)
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| I could be your boyfriend and you could pretend not to know me. |