| Sirens scream, northern winds pull me back, without defense
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| I smash against the rocks again
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| Ship-wrecked, beaten down
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| Lost at sea with broken sounds calling me from all around
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| So I give what I have left
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| Tonight
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| I give it all back without a fight
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| And I already lost my mind so many times
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| I stand cold and hollow eyed against the ebbing of the tide
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| Oh my, oh my
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| Against the ebbing of the tide
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| Fear of how this will end
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| Analogies to help pretend that this is art, not incompetence straying from the
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| simply put
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| Disguised with arrogance and hooks
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| For washed up faith and dirty looks
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| Through these years
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| This is my last tragic embrace
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| My last reason to stay
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| I’m getting over dramatic, but kinda like it that way
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| I feel so self-absorbed, and it’s embarrassing
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| When there’s no cause to believe
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| Not as I’ll ever see that
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| You’ll hear these words
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| And that they’ll mean anything
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| It’s getting easy to laugh
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| It’s getting harder to breathe
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| God I’ve got to stop drinking alone |