My ship up here is sinkin'
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but this is what I am
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and I'd tell you what I'm thinkin'
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if I thought you'd give a damn
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and I don't know a single one of you
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but you feel like a winter's rain
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tell me would listen to the words I speak
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if I knew you all by name
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it's niether here nor there
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cause I still wake up in my hotel room
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with this smokey barroom in my clothes and hair
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every night is different
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every night's the same
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ain't if funny how each of us
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has his own way to kill the pain
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makes me think of my friend Jimmy
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who never could behave
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he bought a Gator skateboard
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with the money that he saved
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he rode that 4 wheeled sufrin' board around
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till he was old enough to shave
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then it was replaced by a '69 LaSabre
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he'd putter off to schol
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as fast as that thing would get
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and all the kids would say
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here comes Jimmy in that beat up piece of shit
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he used to take up 2 whole spaces
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in the senior parking lot
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yea now Jimmy's doin' seven years
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for stickin' up a subway sandwhich shop
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so crawl beneath your words
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say whats on your mind
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tell it like it is
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don't get stuck behind
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cause its the truth you know,
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that gets you by
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it's not who or what you know,
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it's why
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so straddle that old fencepost
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and fade it down to nothing
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and you'll see
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you might see
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that my ship up here is sinkin'
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but this is what I am
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and I'd tell you waht I'm thinkin'
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if I thought you gave a damn
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so take this in or don't
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I don't really care
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you will or you won't
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2 choices in the air...
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My Ship (2 choices)
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Shawn Mullins |