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Ocean of Blues

  

What’s that you say, ain’t you heard the news?

Got a fist full of pills and an ocean of blues.


I can’t fight back, but I get to choose

Lose a handful of hair, keep a five fingered bruise


And I’ll give it up, my teeth, my shoes

You can’t feel any pain when there’s nothing to lose


My conscience is wrecked, broken in two

Time to cut and run, this train is long overdue


Stop the bargains, your “can’s” and your “do’s”

And stop with your crying, this thing ain’t about you


Don’t ride this ship, can’t count on the crew
And there ain’t no life boats on this ocean of blues


I don’t need to talk, don’t want no booze

Got a fistful of pills for my ocean of blues