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Vanishing

Vanishing

Melting in the sun

St. Thomas never knew what he was getting into

King John was always cheating on the run

And I’m vanishing

Here without you vanishing

Vanishing

Right behind a cloud

People working hard on their vacations

Guy in the next room sleeping way too loud

And I’m vanishing

Here without you vanishing

Can’t do anything

And I’m vanishing

Help me now I’m vanishing

So hoist up the John P sail

Here at the luxury jail

I ain’t no dolphin, shark or whale

Let me go home

I want to go home

Why won’t you let me go home?

I feel so broke up, I want to go home

Vanishing

I feel it in my veins

Sun upon my skin

Moonlight creeping in

You keep on waiting but it never rains

And I’m vanishing

Here without you vanishing

Can’t feel anything

And I’m vanishing

Help me now I’m vanishing

This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on

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(StephenBard/CherieLynn)