the ship is sinking, i know,
and the life boats are full.
you're watching from the shore, babe,
you're not dead. you're not dying.
just keep your head above the water,
just remember that you can breathe.
there's more than this, but the good times seem
cheap when you're watching everything sink.
like a dirty whore lifting her skirt,
teasing you in the absence of passion.
don't fall in love with the sound of ships sinking, babe.
cause you're missing the horizon.
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