| I’m drunk on a couch in Nashville
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| In a duplex near the reservoir
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| And every single thought is like a punch in the face
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| I’m like a rabbit freezing on a star
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| On the wrong side of Sunday morning
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| Shattered in the terrible light
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| Working for a bankrupt circus
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| On the wrong side of Saturday night
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| And I wanna be like water if I can
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| 'Cause water doesn’t give a damn
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| Water doesn’t give a damn
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| Chased by a floating hatchet
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| You can’t just shoot your way out and go
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| I could tell you things about this wallpaper
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| That you’d never ever want to know
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| But there’s an altar in the valley
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| For the things in themselves as they are
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| And the triumph of the obstacle
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| And horseleg swastikas
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| I wanna take a ride on the back of a sunbird
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| Up into the highest number
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| Up into the highest number
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| And I wanna be like water if I can
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| 'Cause water doesn’t give a damn
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| Water doesn’t give a damn |