| Anchors away!
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| This extra weight is pulling down on me
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| It’s drowning me
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| And now its overboard with the necessities
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| There’s no room for you to come aboard
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| I’m setting off, setting off to sea
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| In a boat that’s filled from bow to stern
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| Of things that I don’t need
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| The smallest waves are crashing over me
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| Soon my muffled cries as I capsize
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| Will be all that’s left
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| My problems always lie
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| In failed attempts to hide
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| The ways that I rely
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| On my dumb luck
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| Oh God, I feel my grip
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| Begin to slowly slip
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| And now this sinking ship’s
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| As good as sunk
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| There’s no room for you to come aboard
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| So just wait right here till I return to shore
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| I’m setting off, setting off to sea
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| In a boat that’s filled from bow to stern
|
| Of things that I don’t need
|
| The smallest waves are crashing over me
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| Soon my muffled cries as I capsize
|
| Will be all that’s left of me
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| Anchors away!
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| I can’t take this extra weight
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| It’s pulling down on me
|
| It’s pulling down on me
|
| I’m setting off, setting off to sea
|
| In a boat that’s filled from bow to stern
|
| Of things that I don’t need
|
| The smallest waves are crashing over me
|
| Soon my muffled cries as I capsize
|
| Will be all that’s left
|
| I’m setting off, setting off to sea
|
| In a boat that’s filled from bow to stern
|
| Of things that I don’t need
|
| The smallest waves are crashing over me
|
| Soon my muffled cries as I capsize
|
| Will be all that’s left of me
|
| The smallest waves are crashing over me
|
| Soon my muffled cries as I capsize
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| Will be all that’s left of me |