They blot the sun to black at the bottom of the pack, I'm the king of broken hearts.
Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Earth below us drifting, falling, floating weightless, calling, calling home...
Well the danger on the rocks is surely past, still I remain tied to the mast.
Shake, shake yourself, you're every move you make, so the story goes.
Wouldn't it be great to say what's really on your mind?
I really f***ed it up this time, didn't I, my dear?
It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide.
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Don't say words you're gonna regret.
It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up!
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I feel fine enough, I guess, considering everything's a mess.