I went looking for a song for you
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Something soft and patient to reflect its muse
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I took a walk with all my brightest thoughts
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But the weather soon turned and they all ran off
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Took to the ocean in a boat this time
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Only an idiot would swim through the shit I write
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I cannot talk about life and love
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I've got a voice like a gutter in a toxic storm
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All the dark words pouring from my throat
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Sound like an oil slick coating the wings we've grown
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There goes a love song drifting out to sea
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I'd sing along if I could hear over the oil slick
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So it came to pass and I came home
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With four worn out limbs and not one love song
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How predictable this is all you got
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Yet another selfish signpost to my ruin of faults
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All the dark words pouring from my throat
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Sound like an oil slick coating the wings we've grown
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There goes a love song drifting out to sea
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I'd sing along if I could hear
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Over the dark words pissing from my throat
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Sounds like an oil slick coating the wings we've grown
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There goes a love song drifting out of my reach
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I'd sing along if I could see past the oil slick
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There is light but there's a tunnel to crawl through
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There is love but its misery loves you
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There's still hope so I think we'll be fine
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In these disastrous times, disastrous times
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There is light but there's a tunnel to crawl through
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There is love but its misery loves you
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We've still got hope so I think we'll be fine
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In these disastrous times, disastrous times
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The Oil Slick
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Frightened Rabbit |