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Bottle, Bottle (Jim Ed Brown) · Message in a Bottle [Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Karma Police (Radiohead) · Karma Police (Radiohead) · The Police [UK] (The Police) · Rolf Stübe and the Jazz Police (Rolf Stübe) · Police Academy (Strontium 90) · Police and Thieves (Junior Murvin) · The Very Best of Sting & the Police [1997] (The Police) · Hip Hop Police [Digital Single] (Chamillionaire) – and 90 other albums »


Let me put one more thing on your mind

If you ever need me baby
Send for me
I'm just a telephone call away
Send for me
Put a message in a bottle
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by
the luck of the draw and the old spinning wheel, 
Like a message in a bottle, 
Like a message in a bottle. 
  
Watching the sky, with tears in my eyes,
the bottle is it full?
Have you found which pin to pull?
Boys in shirts get dirty hands
Smoke kills seagulls on the sands
They have pages, they take ages
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by
Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy
(I love myself)
One day at a time, uhh

And when they say it's a war outside, bomb in the street
Gun in
or to blame
Not a comfort in messages ten by ten
They said the bottle of eternal shame
No bolts of thunder in the sky, no no
(No symbols of denials, no
I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
It was just a drunken hobo dancing
into my home
You're like a bottle sent with a message
But you're sinkin' like a stone
If I had your name
I'd be changin' it by now

If I was
In love with moviestars, I've been living out a fantasy
Because I couldn't do it by myself
I'll just play it out vicariously
Parade of police cars
No milk today my love is gone away 
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn 
No milk today it seems a common sight 
But people passing by
Leave a candle by his doorstep
With a snapshot of his face
Turn around and take a deep breath
On the first weekend of May

Keep a hair strand in
on the sidewalk people were walking by pretending not to see until somebody stopped and called the police its the same old story its not the first time it won't be
water, with the cold

Well, the police at the station and they don't look friendly
Well, they don't look friendly, well they don't look friendly
Police
a little reservation
A one way ticket to liberation
Way overdue by my calculations
(Operation working vacation)

Well this bottles been working on my
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)

Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
free.

Oh, I'm a message in a bottle 
Drifting along on a deep blue sea.
Waiting for some foreign shore, 
Ready for something to be.

No longer
years
I feel so faint now
Don't know what I'm doin'
On my way to you in the heat of passion

Somebody better call the police
'Cause I'm feeling kinda
the moon starts to shine
You bring the weed, we'll bring the whiskey in a bottle
Pass it all around until it's all gone then
We'll put a message in
I am a mountain to the sea
Boatman, taker and giver
Can you deliver me
And can I forever run free.

I'm a message in a bottle
Adrift on a deep
a place
And it was fat enough to rob
If Ronnie saw the police he would make a little sign

Then Willie stuck the money in the band's back line
In
vision fly by helicopters in the night
Attempt triangulation of our station in the fight

Straight from the bass the deep down low precision
High crime
been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the see-P-T.
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any motherfucker that disagrees.