| So the wind that blows across your room
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| Carried cheap perfume onto your dresser
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| It rained for jewelry and for credit cards
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| Two tickets to a film I don’t remember
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| One day you’ll kiss your rabbits nose, pick up the phone
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| To find I’ve been turned over
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| And you’ll grab that piece of gold
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| Only to find that the smell has taken over
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| Now all the things you had, they aren’t the same…
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| As what you hold
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| I’m standing in a room,
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| It’s filled with older folks pleading «baby listen»
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| And I scream as loud as anyone,
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| But when asked to make a point I tend to whisper
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| Now highways turn to tidal waves
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| They’re asking me to export all of your insecurities
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| But that wind that blows across your room
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| It’s gonna set the sails, and send me back to you
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| Sometimes, when sailors are sailing
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| They think twice, about where they’re anchoring
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| And I think, I could make better use of my time on land
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| I’ll drink less
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| 'cause lord knows I could use a warm kiss
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| Instead of a cold goodbye
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| I’m writing the folks back home to tell them
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| «Hey I’m doing alright»
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| It’s a shame what your father did to your brothers head
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| He smashed it with a telephone
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| And your mother got scared and locked the door
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| You were only four, but lord you remember it
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| So now you’re scared of love
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| I’m here to tell you loves not some fucking blood on the receiver
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| Love is speaking in code
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| It’s an inside joke
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| Love is coming home
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| Sometimes, when sailors are sailing
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| They think twice, about where they’re anchoring
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| And I think, I could make better use of my time on land
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| I’ll drink less
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| 'cause lord knows I could use a warm kiss
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| Instead of a cold goodbye
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| I’m writing the folks back home to tell them
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| «Hey I’m doing alright»
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| Yeah I’m doing just fine
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| And if she seems as lonely as me…
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| Let her sink.
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| Let her sink.
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| Let her |