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By yourself
By the road
there's a message in a bottle
from the phone we left
got drunk alone
and baby can we climb up
up a rock face by a waterfall
on a holiday that felt no hot damn night
in a blackend hole
where there's gnats and rats and murderers
and next-door neighbors you for kick and fight.
