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If Work Permits

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If Work Permits

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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"

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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