I watched them swim in salted waves, and I watched them die, in coral caves.
Two miles of ocean, bronzed bodies, sky. Skin from my shoulders left me behind.
As I sit here frozen in heat, all I can remember;
Is how I watched them swim in salted waves, and I watched them die in coral caves.
Don't sell me myself, man. I'm not buying.
Wash it up, Wash it out.
Don't sell me myself, man. I'm not buying.
I buy all my comfort and drink it for days.
Don't sell me myself, man. I'm not buying.
'Til all of my sorrows have been pissed away.
Don't sell me myself, man. I'm not buying.
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