| Life looks different down here
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| Inside my dying prison
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| If I could reach the edge of this
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| I’ll take it somewhere if I could
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| But I am slipping under water
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| The tide oh it’s pulling me much farther
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| Maybe I am drowning, oh I’m drowning
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| My Tsunami, my Katrina and my inner Sandy
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| Man it will not simmer expanding
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| If I swam seem like I would slam the damn thing
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| But I’m scrambling, falling like I damaged my hamstring
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| I’m deeply disturbed, so many things keep me perturbed
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| Inside of me peeping this surge and I’m completely submerged
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| My data wiped even if NASA had a sight
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| Couldn’t catch it with N.O.A.A.'s ghost satellite
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| Storms at five with them I’m torn alive
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| Hearing the horns from high
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| Pain is for sure my eye
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| Having a lot of blackouts
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| Medics try putting me on medicine
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| But I need light
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| Just like the East need con Edison
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| I’m dead again
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| Drowning and everybody else is messed when
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| I got troubles that’s been pulling me down
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| And jesting, water no breath in
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| Look how it swept in
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| To evacuate or not evacuate?
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| Is the question
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| Teach me to swim, keep me from them
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| Eating the limbs and other body pieces from him
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| I may be wrong not to, play these songs, caught ya
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| When you got me drowning in my own Davy Jones locker
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| It’s caving in, it’s over weight
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| No saving him, he’s freeloader bait
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| And everybody picks him than sticks him
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| But your rain and winds equal my shut down system
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| Yeah |