I Got High

I got high with an art teacher of mine
 I learned how to paint portraits and landscapes with perspective
 But i've been sitting here
 The better part of eighteen years
 Blank stare blank canvas
 I'm in need of a new view
 Of some new scenery to render
 There's a boat leaving
 Where it goes, I don't know
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 I've been buried alive
 A history teacher by my side
 Lest I forget those mistakes that better men have made
 Battles fought and lost
 Small victories at what cost?
 But the curriculum is dated, my inspiration fading
 A slow setting sun
 
 There's a boat leaving
 Where it goes, I don't know
 But if it floats Im getting on
 With or without you
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 The winds are strong enough
 Or native tongues will fail us
 Oh the pleasure i would take
 In renaming everything
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 There are boats leaving
 Where they go, I don't know
 But it's a chance to see something new
 Will you come with me?