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
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Drunk on the Stars
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| Smog |
