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Oh my drunken southern star |
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How you tried to hide in darkness |
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Slipped from orbit |
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Now you’re dangerously close |
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Come out, come out |
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From all your hiding out |
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We’ll dig in our heels |
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Salute the battlefields |
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Where our broken hearts were born, oh |
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And the storm clouds are thirsty |
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I can see them bursting, watch them gathering light |
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And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out |
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Were we broken open baby, maybe just a crack |
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Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, oh |
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My broken open child |
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Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes |
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Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh |
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