(t. bryn)
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i can't stick around she said
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not much to be found she said
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i ought to know, time goes by slowly
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i am here and i am young
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life is here and not much fun
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somehow some way, i missed my day
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don't you ever get sick of feeling sick about it ?
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don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ?
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she wakes up and cracks a beer
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wants to feel she isn't here
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sometimes she cries and she doesn't know why
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she is only twenty-two
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and she feels her life is through
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blames it on fate, starts drinking at eight
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don't you ever get sick of feeling sick about it ?
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don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ?
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sorrow floats
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she's too young to feel that old
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she's too kind to be that cold
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i try to help, i just start to yell
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too much time is spent to think
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too much money spent on drink
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i'm far away but still i should say
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don't you ever get sick if feeling sick about it ?
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don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ?
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sorrow floats
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you can't drown you sorrows
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or on you will be the joke
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because the only thing you will drown is yourself
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'cause you see my dear, sorrow floats
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sorrow floats
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sorrow floats
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sorrow floats
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sorrow floats
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Sorrow Floats
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| Voice of the Beehive |
