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Seems as though you're coming up roses
And the truth has a habit falling out of your mouth
You're the cabin fever while I row
There ain't no harbor to sorrow
Pull the lever overthrow me

I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand
Even if I'm sore, I look for you
I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
And even if I frown, I look for you

A bottle without a map
You left me here with the math
That you can't even solve
Hollow overboard, leaderless hoard
How do we even move forward?

I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand
Even if I'm sore, I look for you
I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
And even if I frown, I look for you

I'll swim ashore, pick myself up from the sand
Even if I'm sore, I look for you
I'll run aground, to your holdfast and your crown
And even if I frown, I look for you

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