The White-Washed Blues

I wrote a line about a ship destroyed in a storm
 The imagery's nice but the story is so worn
 Plus, I've never seen the sea
 I'm metaphorically landlocked
 So I make up waves in the gutters where I walk
 Like an abandoned building's walls
 Can't I stand until they bring a wrecking ball?
 Cut me up
 Tear me down
 Cut me up
 Tear me down
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 Well, my bus was so late and my tea ain't that great
 You'd swear I'm the target of genocide
 And yes, I've always lived in the castle
 I've never gone outside
 But I won't blame a privileged life
 On the reason why I can't survive one
 Cut me up
 Tear me down
 Cut me up
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 Yes, I know that it's all relative
 But these are the palest shade of blues
 And they're easy to hum along to
 That's how they got passed onto you
 I know I'm not as tough as the bricks of Aughrim Street
 But I'll outlast your sails as you drown in a puddle
 That's it, I swear I've had enough of this
 Cut me up
 Tear me down
 Cut me up
 Tear me down
 (Oh, Oh)