It's all in the way I feel, waiting for blackout to set in. It's all in the way I feel. Sometimes the smallest oceans can fill these lungs with so much love. I'm drunk and I'm drowning in your sea. Come back to me. Come back to me. I keep on pouring but they're always empty. So does this love mean something or am I dreaming? I lost my muse
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