| If you can‘t swizzim then ya bound to drizzown
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| Passing out life jackets bout to go didown
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| Get down with the captain or go down with the ship
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| Before the dark abyss I’m gon' hit you wit' dis
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| And no one’s in the lighthouse
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| You’re face down in the ocean
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| And no one’s in the lighthouse
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| And it seems like you just screamed
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| It’s no one there to hear the sound
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| And it may feel like there’s no one there
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| That cares if you drown
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| Face down in the ocean
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| Smoking cheap weed sipping on cheap vodka
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| You pick your poison down Davey Jones' locker
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| It’s rum we be wanting
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| By the tons my consumption
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| Take a look at my lungs and my liver
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| It’s disgusting
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| Take a look at the man in the mirror
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| We start fussing
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| Only one person gets hurt when throwing the punches — me
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| And the man behind the glass just laughs
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| The waves come over my head and just crash
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| My hand start bleeding water starts receding
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| A feeling comes into my heart I start believing that
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| I actually might survive through the evening
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| Survive on my own thoughts of suicide that’s competing
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| With thoughts of tryna stay alive which been weakened
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| By the feeling of putting on a smile while being beaten
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| The fear of drowning still diving in the deep end
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| The waters carried me so far you can’t reach ‘em
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| And it feels like there’s no one
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| No one’s in the lighthouse
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| You’re face down in the ocean
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| And no one’s in the lighthouse
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| And it seems like you just screamed
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| It’s no one there to hear the sound
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| And it may feel like there’s no one there
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| That cares if you drown
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| Face down in the ocean
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| After the love is lost
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| Friendship dissolves
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| And even blood is lost
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| Where did it begin
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| The way we did each other wrong
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| Troubled water neither one of us could swim across
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| I stopped holding my breath
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| Now I am better off
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| There without a trace
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| And you in my head
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| All the halted motion of a rebel without a pause
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| What it do is done till you dead and gone
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| The grim reaper telling me to swim deeper
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| Where the people go to lo and behold the soul keeper
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| I’m not even breaking out in a sweat
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| Or cold fever but
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| I’m never paying up on my debt or tolls either
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| I’ll leave the memories here I won’t need them
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| If I stop thinking and lie, now that’s freedom
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| Your body’s part of the Maritime museum
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| Face down in the past is where I’m being
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| And no one’s in the lighthouse
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| You’re face down in the ocean
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| And no one’s in the lighthouse
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| And it seems like you just screamed
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| It’s no one there to hear the sound
|
| And it may feel like there’s no one there
|
| That cares if you drown
|
| Face down in the ocean
|
| If you can‘t swizzim then ya bound to drizzown
|
| Passing out life jackets bout to go didown
|
| Get down with the captain or go down with the ship
|
| Before the dark abyss I’m gon' hit you wit' dis |