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My baby breaks by the sea |
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Floats her arms around me |
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Well, they pretend to be free |
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She don't mean nothin' to me |
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This broken opera just screams |
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What don't get said in my dreams |
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Don't need no shoulders to lean |
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Still I feel far too clean |
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My baby's beauty explodes |
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My wounded conscience unloads |
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I go where cold winds don't blow |
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I go where nobody goes |
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But now my wave breaks down on me |
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Whole world seems out to sound me |
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I'll drown, no one to show me |
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Can't swim, I lost my floaties |
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My baby's gone |
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My baby's gone |
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My baby's gone |
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My baby's gone |
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My baby's gone |
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My baby's gone |
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My baby's gone |
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My baby's gone |