He builds small ships That sail nowhere in the oceans
He builds small ships That sail nowhere in bottles Hate myself to you
(Yeah) hate myself to you The grainy days So hard to gaze into
In love he wraps Himself to death
Escapes you Now I hate myself to you
(Yeah) hate myself to you But I’m so cold and I can’t let go.
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