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- Ocean

 

Strung out, needle in arm
And the ocean is bleeding salt on your wounds
So I sat, as armies marched
But you found me awake but asleep on the porch

And don't you cry, my darling
Nashville is forgotten
And don't you cry, my darling
New York is the ocean

Brooklyn, quiet and cold
When the bars close
You're stuck counting cracks on the street

Then war breaks, and you're swinging the gun
But when the bomb drops
You're stuck counting cracks in your teeth

And don't you cry, my darling
Nashville is forgotten
And don't you cry, my darling
New York is the ocean

Strung out, needle in arm
And the ocean is bleeding salt on your wounds

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