| Georgia take me to the sea
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| Where they drown the babies that nobody can feed
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| And in that sick ocean, Georgia
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| We’ll be born again, Georgia
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| We’ll swim so far in that ocean crammed with shopping carts
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| Georgia’s got a tumor in her throat
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| She grows wild strawberries on the roof
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| Of her overpriced apartment in soho
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| And I close my eyes but the sleep
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| The sleep doesn’t come to me unless I’m shit-faced drunk
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| I dream of traffic
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| Georgia, oh Georgia, you know the wedding is tomorrow
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| She’s a well-off girl with rich parents
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| Who made a fortune off of real estate
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| It smells like spring is yellow
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| And headphones wail like widows
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| On designer pillows of Egyptian linen
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| Well I’ve been here before, where the waterfalls decompose
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| And symphonies go blind in the desert
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| So grab a microphone put the tape in
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| Press record, Georgia, can you hear my heart explode?
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| Georgia, take me to the sea
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| Redesigned by the billion dollar company
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| Clean as a brainwashed baby, sugar sweet
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| User friendly, version 1.2, supernatural blue
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| Georgia’s collecting broken glass and tires
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| She’s building an airplane from the lonely hearts of liars
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| Split knuckles, black bloody sheets
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| And cigarettes from con-mens teeth
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| She’ll fly around the world on all that regret
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| Georgia, I hope the treatment isn’t too rough
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| I hope your eyes don’t go into the fog of the world
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| Not everything happens for a reason
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| I know that it sounds appealing
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| When you lose something that’s not replaceable
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| Well I’ve been here before, where the waterfalls decompose
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| And symphonies go blind in the desert
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| So grab a microphone put the tape in, press record
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| Georgia can you hear my heart explode? |