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It's the closing hour, |
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I don't wanna go |
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But I could stay afloat in your eyes |
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I've seen the rocks where everyone gets lost |
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I won't stray across the white line |
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Let's admit the world don't turn around us |
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It's acting like we don't exist |
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A drunk that's sleeping in the corner |
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Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss |
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Elephants come down to the water hole at dusk |
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They feel the same as us about life |
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We all take a drink, the sun begins to sink |
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The alligator waits for his time |
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Let's admit the world don't turn around us |
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It's acting like we don't exist |
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A drunk that's sleeping in the corner |
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Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss |
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You don't have to say a word |
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You don't have to say a word |
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I hear what you're thinking |
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You don't have to say a word |
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You don't have to say a word |
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I know what you're thinking |
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I know there's no use, so lost and discontent |
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I'm looking for a friend |
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I can trust |
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For all my intent, it hasn't happened yet |
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So now I come to you for insight |
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Let's admit the world don't care about us |
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It's acting like we don't exist |
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Drunk and sleeping in the corner |
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Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss |
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Sweet dreams, make waves, find bliss |
