(I have seen sinking ships)
This is side one,
(go down with more grace than you)
Flip me over,
(You can thank your lucky stars)
I know I'm not your favourite record.
(everything I ask for)
But the songs you grow to like
(will never come true.)
never stick at first.
So I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse.
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