Let me off of this boat
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I'm sick of this ride
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The world is heading ever southward
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And I can't stay in here
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And you're lying awake
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Away on your side
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The feeling comes in waves and burns us
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And I don't wanna die
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From the slippery hands
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To the line of your throat
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The fever now consumes us both
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In a fire now we will go
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Santa Maria
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Why did you have to go?
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Santa Maria
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One day we will know
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In a bowing of heads and a passing of hands
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And all we thought they'd understand
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Is lost and they won't know
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And what have we left
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It's all that we've got
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There is no 'X' to mark our spot
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What's past is done and gone
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Santa Maria
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Why did you have to burn?
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Santa Maria
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One day you will learn
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Santa Maria
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The Frames |