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I wasn't made for this |
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You tell yourself |
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As you button up your coat |
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Head down to the harbor |
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And standing on the dock |
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You're drunk on the stars and the sea air |
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Tell yourself maybe i should throw it all away |
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And be a sailor |
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Cause after all |
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Your true home is the sea |
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So you walk down to the water |
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And a big wave crashes on your feet |
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I don't like this you say |
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So you turn around and head back home |
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To some apartment |
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On some main street of a pointless town |
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That you're trying to put on the map |
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And you sit right down and write a big fat check |
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To the gas company |
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You drape your wet socks over the radiator |
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And you laugh at all the sailors |
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And you laugh at all the sailors |
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Freezing on the sea |
