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Sing To Me
Stuck in the bellows of this ship.
Floating down stream in this current.
Voices whispering in my ears.
Just relax and enjoy it.
The scenery?
Yes.
The blandness of this dying land.
Drowning now in the vacancy.
Your empty eyes enticing me,
as I watch you struggle.
Think you can drink away your troubles?
Pry that lie from your mouth.
Say you love me.
Come on,
force those words out.
Aching knuckles throbbing and bruised
Drink away those mistakes that you made.
Just try a little harder.
Make me move.
Awh it's ok.
We sink softly on our way down.
With malice you sing to me,
guess I forgot the way it should be.
Floating down stream in this current.
Voices whispering in my ears.
Just relax and enjoy it.
The scenery?
Yes.
The blandness of this dying land.
Drowning now in the vacancy.
Your empty eyes enticing me,
as I watch you struggle.
Think you can drink away your troubles?
Pry that lie from your mouth.
Say you love me.
Come on,
force those words out.
Aching knuckles throbbing and bruised
Drink away those mistakes that you made.
Just try a little harder.
Make me move.
Awh it's ok.
We sink softly on our way down.
With malice you sing to me,
guess I forgot the way it should be.
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