| I called in sick to wash my feet in the Atlantic saltwater.
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| I’m a real cold sitter, I’m a real go-getter it seems.
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| My God, I’ve never been so happy.
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| I could feel the black water of the sea crawling up my sleeves.
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| I was the only person in the world not apologizing for a thing.
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| Just a light head, and a shiny metal hook in my mouth.
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| I could have died and been dragged for miles on the bottom of the ocean.
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| I was free.
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| And I don’t know why, it’s easier to cry than hold strong and be brave.
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| And I don’t know why that summer ever ended.
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| They all gave you names, made you feel awful.
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| It was your weak wrists and your delicate knees that made you feel so down and
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| out.
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| Then you played doctor on yourself, tried to be magazine beautiful.
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| You climbed out your window late at night.
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| You grew a pair of wings and flew over my neighbors house, and I don’t think
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| you are coming back but some days I see you.
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| And I don’t know why, it’s easier to cry than hold strong and be brave.
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| And I don’t know why the Devil takes their lives but leaves their faces,
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| like a movie in my head I’d like to stop. |