I am stuck in L.A. through the week and cant get away
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And you're alone on the pier in West Palm Beach on your holiday
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Stormy nights, re-awake the stomach ache
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That I've acquired, from feeling down
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Things look grim and I'm so sick of being tired
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Apartment lights go dark and its depressing
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But what can I do?
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The midnight streets feel dead
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When I am so used to driving with you
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Brighter lights fill the night
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And bluer skys reflect in your eyes
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As I inspect and analyze
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All of these dreams I don't recognize
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If you're still up when the ships in the port prepare to set sail
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Comb the beach and put those blue flowers up in your ponytail
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Inside my head your voice is still resounding but what can I do?
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The empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you
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Count the stars, watch the waves absorb the summer sun
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And think of me when you explore hidden coves
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And tiny island chains throughout the sea
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Can you still, hear my voice
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When I'm outside, from over the phone?
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For what it's worth, darling dear
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I wish you were here, 'cause I feel alone
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When you were home we'd sing
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But since you've left I dont hear anything
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Though I feel so sad
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I can't believe things are really that bad
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Old captains and brand new cruise ships
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Sailing over the briny sea
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When I crashed my beloved desk job
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And swim through the debris
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I'll cut loose leave this mad house
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Bound for the Atlantic blue
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I'll stroll down your treelined driveway
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And sail the ocean with you
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Captains And Cruise Ships
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| Owl City |
