I must’ve seemed to you a shipwreck
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I looked at you, I saw an island
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So I was swept ashore, to lie forevermore
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Or at least for the evening
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So we went to your apartment
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We shared a drink out in the garden
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You thought I must’ve pulled this kind of shit
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With any willing fool
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I shrugged and asked if that’s a problem
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So we loved if for an instant and for an instant I forgot
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Who I was
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So for the night, I was all yours
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So I’m sure it was fleeting, and I’m sure I’ve been misleaded
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We were just two people in need, it doesn’t have to be
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Some fucked up tragedy
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I hope I didn’t seem to vulgar
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When I asked to come over
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It’s just these last few weeks
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Well, they’ve been hard on me
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I got burned and I can’t seem to recover
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And so we loved or so it seemed
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And as I slept, I dreamt of Romeo and Juliet
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But Romeo was just playing dead
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I’m sure it was just a dream
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And I’m sure it holds no meaning
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But on this sober, hungover morning
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Why does it always got to be such a fucked up tragedy?
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I tried to tell you but I couldn’t
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I wanted to warn you but I need you so bad
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I mean right now, you're all I have
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Some Tragedy
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| The Good Life |
