| I was made for a dive bar
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| Usually good for the night
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| I can sure hold my whiskey
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| I can hold my wine
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| You were made for the ocean
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| The silver water and wind
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| You’re the ship, I’m the bottle
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| And I don’t wanna hold you in
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| I don’t know how you got here
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| I know they all wonder too
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| 'Cause when they’re lookin' at me, girl
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| They’re really lookin' at you
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| You just might have to break me
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| To do what you’re meant to do
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| You’re the ship, I’m the bottle
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| And I can’t do that to you
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| I want to stay wrapped around you
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| But we both know that I can’t
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| So put the breeze in your sails, girl
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| And sink your toes in the sand
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| Maybe I’ll write you a letter
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| Maybe I’ll keep it inside
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| Maybe one day you’ll get it
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| While you’re out chasin' the tide
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| I don’t know how you got here
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| I know they all wonder too
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| 'Cause when they’re lookin' at me, girl
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| They’re really lookin' at you
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| You just might have to break me
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| To do what you’re meant to do
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| You’re the ship, I’m the bottle
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| And I can’t do that to you
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| Ooh, you might just have to break me
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| And I know you don’t want to
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| You’re the ship, I’m the bottle
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| And I wanna keep you, I do
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| But you’re the ship, I’m the bottle
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| And I can’t do that to you
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| Mmm (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| Sendin' an S.O.S. |
| to the world
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Mmm
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Mmm, mmm, mmm
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| (Ooh, ooh, ooh) |