| Back in the bottle again
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| Back in the bottle again
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| Don’t know what’s worse in here or sailing in the open
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| 'cause if living’s a ship, then you are sailing to be captain
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| Sailing so sometime you can escape from
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| The bottle that you’re trapped in
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| Back in the bottle again
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| Like some déjá vu, i come back, i come back, i come back to
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| Does the ship know how to steer? |
| or is it a puppet
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| Without a puppeteer? |
| can the ship just sail right through?
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| Here’s to you, so long it’s been swell
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| Hoist the anchor, aye. |
| i’m bidding you a fond farewell
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| The world is small, but clear through the glass tonight, my dear
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| Back in the bottle again
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| Back in the bottle again
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| What the fuck’s out there? |
| like i care. |
| what am i needing?
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| Why am i leading myself on this game of stalemate solitaire?
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| Can’t start again. |
| can’t land a 10
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| Must be «spade» cause my heart is beaten, captain
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| But you play the cards you’re played
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| Years have passed. |
| with each year, i’m wearing down the glass
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| If my ship sails, let the breezes blow me back to better jails
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| There must be another sea, but that’s a mental mutiny
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| And that’s not me. |
| that’s not me
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| But the glass is cracked and i think i’m going down
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| It’s not me. |
| it’s not me
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| To wash away the world that’s whirling round
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| I can’t breathe anymore |