| Forty days of living hell
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| Force nine gale, broken sail
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| What a story I could tell
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| Forty days of ocean roar
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| Now two nights to kill on shore
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| Stars fall, girls call, take me home
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| Walking through this empty town
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| Cuts me up and brings me down
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| I’m shipwrecked on my own
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| Passing cars striptease bars
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| And I’m drinking all alone
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| Lost dreams, gull screams, take me home
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| But this machine inside my head
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| Remembers every word she said
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| But this machine inside my head
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| Is telling me this dream is dead
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| And leaves me drifting high and dry
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| Read light beauty calls me in
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| Smoky haze, shifty gaze
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| And the dead night smells of gin
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| As rage and emptiness collide
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| Just feel a burning deep inside
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| Waves growl, winds howl, take me home
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| Someone please now rescue me
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| From the chains of the sea
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| I’m drifting endlessly
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| Someone please set me free
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| I’m sinking helplessly |