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The Ocean Leaves the Brine
Well the girls here are all made of smoke And their dreams are living in my beer A silhoutte wind swoops and sways near Tonight the ocean leaves the brine And this smoke here, well she’s all mine Yeah I’ve got to get out of this place Even this ash tray is growing a face But I won’t let the winter bring me down The faces, the faces, they’re all around You know the stars are all just God’s germs And now my shot glass is spawning worms Tonight the ocean leaves the brine The moon is now made of sea salt Forever is no longer going with time And I guess that could be my fault I pour out all the rivers of the earth Onto the concrete sky Now it’s raining for what it’s worth And the cement falls into your eye Well the girls here are all made of smoke And their realities are dead on the floor Their thoughts are swimming back to shore And nightmares don’t get to sleep anymore The worms are all marching in a line And tonight the ocean leaves the brine
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