I've been sitting here waiting,
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trying to fall asleep,
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There is an answer in
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my head to see, but I can't stop the fight,
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I¡¯ve been going crazy,
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there's nowhere to run
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and I¡¯m feeling so hazy.
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It's the drugs that I took,
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the wine that I drank,
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the nights here alone
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and my head in the sink.
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I need time to myself
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back on the sea,
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I want nothing more
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than for you to be here with me.
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Is it wasted alone,
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am I wasting away?
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Just one more year
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I won't take that away from you
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Back on the road
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here on the land,
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it's not cracked up to be
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all it is understand
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where I¡¯m coming, I've gone,
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I¡¯d see you around,
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I've been here before
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curled up on the ground.
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Make it here on my own,
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away from today,
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with all of the faces
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I'm seeing the same.
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Got you out on the ocean,
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here on the sea,
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the waves in your face
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and you're shouting at me.
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Won¡¯t you
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lay here awake,
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don't fall asleep
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holding me holding on
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it makes sense to me.
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But you wouldn't allow
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and it's killing me now,
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don¡¯t you know.
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The Bottle And The Sea
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| Brandtson |
