this is the accent of the halfhearted land
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does it all make sense now
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and if the ship was built in bottled sand
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does it all make sense now
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the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
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yes it all makes sense now
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is this just a life preserver
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or a bivouac tenure
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the tropic of cancer answered,
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"drink the quicksand'
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a mirror was splintered on the deck floor
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does it all make sense now
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a stowaway that lived beneath this hull
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does it all make sense now
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the anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon
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yes it all makes sense now
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is this just a life preserver
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or a bivouac tenure
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the tropic of cancer answered,
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"drink the quicksand"
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its gills will swin faster after a breath from the shore
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breathe the taste of salt water
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dry heave up and overboard
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ponce de leon wrinkles
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let's make it young again
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boat drinks for captains
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row our boat stowaway
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it all makes sense now
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if our map was torn, navigate, navigate
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if your compass broke, navigate, navigate
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Lopsided
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At The Drive-In |