| All you ever seem to say is, «probably not today»
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| And all you ever seem to do is come up with some new excuses
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| And I was reaching out
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| But hey, I can’t wait forever
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| And it’s true, that new development
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| Burning element took your home from you
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| Forced your hand to move
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| Nothing else to do
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| High demand no other plan
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| You’ve got everything to lose
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| She’s yelling always, all day
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| She takes your shit to the hallway
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| You’re quiet, you hide it
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| But your eyes tell what you won’t say
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| You feel bad, smoke good
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| Think about your own dad and how could you
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| Carve your name in that rosewood
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| You drink, you sniff, you pop
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| That might get you through the evening
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| God dam this hell is hot
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| You flirt, you touch, you fuck
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| That might get you to the AM
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| Might change a bit of luck
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| It’s that violence under your eyelids
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| You swim to the closest island
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| So busy emptying the bottle
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| You didn’t see the message
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| You passed over those passing ships
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| Staring at your wreckage
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| And you closed every door
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| While I was there
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| Ready to step in
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| All the noise can’t prepare you for how quiet that storm gets
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| The whale
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| The whale
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| The whale
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| The harpoon
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| The whale
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| And I was mad at how you shut me out
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| How many second chances that you get
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| And fuck up
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| And I scream get over it
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| Knuckle up you fucking chump
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| And I know enough
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| But that’s not enough
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| You’re loyal as a dog
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| And you’re sick as one as well
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| You try to hide your eyes
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| But everyone can tell
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| You’re so far beneath the floor that
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| You can’t even see the ceiling
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| Waiting on that good old
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| That good old feeling
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| That knot in your pocket to stop you from sobbing
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| Puts a block in your thoughts but it’s not stopping your problems
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| And I want to say something
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| But I’m afraid that’ll be nothing
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| That all you’l hear is a judgement
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| Like somehow I’m above it
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| So I turn a cheek and I walk away
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| But just this week I heard them say
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| What you do with your pay
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| And I felt pain, and I felt shame
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| And I’ve done this once before
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| When I tried to save my old man from chasing that fish out to sea
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| But he was too far out of reach
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| Lucky me, he hit bottom
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| Washed up safely on the beach
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| Not the same for Mikey
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| R.I.P EYE
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| I think about him every week
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| I think about you even more
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| Hoping you’ll find peace at war
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| Or tell yourself to cease fire
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| I wrote this in place of writing you a eulogy
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| So please excuse my use of—
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| It’s not my usually
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| The whale
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| The whale
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| The whale
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| The harpoon
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| The whale |