Listen close and don't be stoned
I'll be here in the morning
'Cause I'm just floating
Your cigarette still burns
Your messed up world will thrill me
Alison, I'm lost
Alison, I said, "We're sinking"
There's nothing here, but that's okay
Outside your room, your sister's spinning
But she laughs, tells me she's just fine
I guess she's out there somewhere
And the sailors, they strike poses
TV covered walls, and so slowly
With your talking and your pills
Your messed up life still thrills me
Alison, I'm lost
Alison, I'll drink your wine
And wear your clothes when we're both high
"Alison", I said, "We're sinking"
But she laughs and tells me it's just fine
I guess she's out there somewhere
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