Broadside Lyrics

It's been three years, its not alright. I tried to shake my hand in the bathroom light. Pull my hair back. Kept pushing me overboard. Its an ill wind it bothers me. Its either camp sixteen or the deep blue sea. Its an ill wind that follows you overboard. I'm still here, over here. Over here. If I heard you would you tumble after. I like the way we move. I like your feet in scarlet shoes. If you heard me, would you push me under. Bring up the taste of fear, I'm over here. The slightest of things. I hear the words, she's taking it broadside. There's eight hundred ways to lose. You couldn't give it up so you stopped and died. She's taking it broadside. Its a straight choice. It bothers me. Its either camp sixteen or the deep blue sea. Its an ill wind that follows you overboard. And when he gave it away, he said he was sorry. Sometimes that's all that you get. Everybody said he was a bad man anyway. No class, no looks, no family. I had to watch him die. While I slept he was by my side. The slightest of things. I hear the words, she's taking it broadside. There's eight hundred ways to lose. You couldn't give it up so you stopped and died. She's taking it broadside. Over here. Still treading dry water. Still treading dry water. Sometimes thats all that you get

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