It's 4am and we're sailing away
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from the port that we call home
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I feel a pain that I cannot explain
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a feeling I know all too well
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Tears won't help but I weep anyway
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for the ones that were left behind
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slowly I can't remember their faces
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slowly they start to die
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I wan't someone beside me
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yet I push them all away
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I walk upon these stormy seas
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what I feel I shouldn't say
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If you only knew what I could do
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If you only knew what's really inside
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If you only knew what I don't think I could tell you
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It's better just to watch the tide watch the tide
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Its been way too long since I've been home
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longer than it's ever been before
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Too long since I've been on dry land
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too long since I've walked through your door
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I'm guilty of a lot of things
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I wish I hadn't done
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I've sat back and watched
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while others set the sun
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I know right now
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if I could do it all again
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I wouldn't be so far away, from me
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If you only knew what I could do
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If you only knew what's really inside
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If you only knew what I don't think I could tell you
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It's better just to run and hide,
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run and hide
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Low Tide
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| The Town Pants |
