In the middle of the night with a sickening sound
This little boat ran aground
The mast is twisted, the hull is breached
One high tide and it'll be beached
If I could walk, I'd walk away
But I haven't slept since yesterday
The ink is sinking, the page is blurred
And I can't read a single word
But I know I love you
Know that I wrote
My last words to you
From a sinking boat
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