| Lost on a river, our hearts beat regular time
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| Well, the landscapes don’t, the river’s flowing by
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| We’re just drifting all night long hands to the sky
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| And the captain, oh, he is never denied
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| I heard them singing out from shore, hands at the sides
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| Someone brought a rifle overhead to tear at the sky
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| We’re just drifting all night long here with the flies
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| And the captain, oh he is never denied
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| As if you didn’t know that it would sting
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| Kissing the beehive
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| And pissing down the mountain side in the rain
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| As if you didn’t know that it would sting
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| Kissing the beehive
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| And fucking up your finger from pushing on the ring
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| Sing
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| Well we lay
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| On frigid shores of light
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| We need nothing of his bitter care, oh
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| Something strange
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| And the coast line
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| Still we need nothing of his bitter hand, oh
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| I wish I could believe in you
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| Crashing all the weddings wearing white
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| But we all hate the landlord baby
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| It’s all right, it’s all right
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| I wish I could believe in who you are
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| You held your cock in the air and you called it a guitar
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| You put your face on the glass and you called it good cinema, oh
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| As if you didn’t know that it would sting
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| Jonathan, Jonathan
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| Waterfalls are running thin you know
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| Here’s a holy grail for you to hold
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| Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
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| I’m not a wild party
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| I’m just an evening at the show
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| Put the ring back on and take your husband home
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| Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
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| Radio, radio
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| Why did you leave Virginia’s side
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| It’s an alibi, we all know how the music died
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| Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
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| Jonathan, Jonathan
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| Waterfalls are running thin you know
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| Here’s a finger made from me for you to hold
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| Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
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| Estranged from the captain’s light
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| And his bitter hand
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| Estranged from the captain’s light
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| And his bitter hand |