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I'm just glad that no one's ever found us

'Cause my bones haven't dried

And your versions are all lies

Everyone wants us to be on some island

Everyone's hoping that we're still alive

Nobody knows we get just what we want

We all die

There's a hundred good stories about a man and his boat

And the one he just couldn't let go

And the unspoken reason he's so far at sea

Is there's no one else he'd rather know

And for me and Amelia

It's just about how it feels

Everyone wants us to be on some island

Everyone's hoping that we're still alive

Nobody knows we got just what we want

We all die

We all die

And we all die

The only souls ever lost

Are from the lives left at no cost

You've got a burden to be free

Just ask Amelia and me

Everyone wants us to be on some island

Everyone's hoping that we're still alive

Nobody knows we got just what we want

We all die, we all die

Oh

They said we're out of gas now Amelia

And she smiled and said well I'll just put us down