Ankle Deep (In a Warm Glass of Water)

There's a lot of things that I regret
But not so much I wouldn't
Do them again

When your fantasies are bad for ya
Stories aren't supposed to be
Realistic

The world doesn't turn on the hope
Of the beat of us brushing our teeth
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing

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My watered eyes
Doesn't make a distance
Any different now

Ankle deep
In a warm glass of water
The morning takes its paracetamol
You can have my side
By the sockets
Steady the table with a ticket

You'll want it all but
For it to all land on your cheek
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing

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My watered eyes
Doesn't make a distance
Any different now

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My watered eyes
Doesn't make a distance
Any different now, ah!

Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing
Loving, leaving, enough to tell ya nothing