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    So the wind that blows across your room
    Carried cheap perfume onto your dresser
    It rained for jewelry and for credit cards
    Two tickets to a film I don't remember
    One day you'll kiss your rabbit's nose, pick up the phone
    To find I've been turned over
    And you'll grab that piece of gold
    Only to find that the smell has taken over
    Now all the things you had, they aren't the same...
    As what you hold

    I'm standing in a room,
    It's filled with older folks pleading "baby listen"
    And I scream as loud as anyone,
    But when asked to make a point I tend to whisper
    Now highways turn to tidal waves
    They're asking me to export all of your insecurities
    But that wind that blows across your room
    Its gonna set the sails, and send me back to you

    Sometimes, when sailors are sailing
    They think twice, about where they're anchoring
    And I think, I could make better use of my time on land
    Ill drink less
    Cause lord knows I could use a warm kiss
    Instead of a cold goodbye
    I'm writing the folks back home to tell them
    "Hey I'm doing alright"

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    It's a shame what your father did to your brother's head
    He smashed it with a telephone
    And your mother got scared and locked the door
    You were only four, but lord you remember it
    So now you're scared of love
    I'm here to tell you loves not some blood on the receiver
    Love is speaking in code
    It's an inside joke
    Love is coming home

    Sometimes, when sailors are sailing
    They think twice, about where they're anchoring
    And I think, I could make better use of my time on land
    ill drink less
    cause lord knows I could use a warm kiss
    instead of a cold goodbye
    I'm writing the folks back home to tell them
    "hey I'm doing alright"

    yeah I'm doing just fine
    and if she seems as lonely as me.....
    let her sink.
    let her sink.
    let her

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    Composition: Sam Means and Nate Ruess

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