| I am the deck, you are the sea…*
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| I am the light on the water, and you are moving underneath
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| I am the rail, you are the sea…
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| I don’t know what I’m even looking at,
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| don’t know what’s even happening…
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| Higher than the moon, deeper than the seas
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| All above the truth, people of the keys
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| Enemies remorse
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| Heroes have a dream
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| Infinitely dark, zero gravity
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| Welcome your despair, but develop hope
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| Sharpen up your blade, cut the devils throat
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| Look it in the eye, wonder what it is
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| Fire in the sky, and on the water wind
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| Turning of the tides, learning of the why’s
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| Burning of the eyes, yearning of the cries
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| Save the second five drifters and the slaves,
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| Listen to the rain, whispers of the waves
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| Calling of the stars, elegant eclipse
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| voices of the ghosts, skeletons of ships
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| Digging deeper down, crawling out above
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| Shifting of the sands, falling out of love.
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| it doesn’t take much…
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| it doesn’t take much…
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| to ruin a moment like this…
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| Feed me your agonies, your riches and voices
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| Trespass against me, but offer me choices
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| Stronger than fire, the cancer is slow
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| Your tears are like mine,
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| But the answer is no.
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| Feed me your agonies, your riches and voices
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| Trespass against me, but offer me choices
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| Stronger than fire, the cancer is slow
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| Your tears are like mine,
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| But the answer is no.
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| Nothingness of days, preachers of the sleep
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| Diamonds on the surface, creatures of the deep
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| Forbidden is the truth, permission to believe
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| Reaching out for hope, fishermen and thieves
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| Ruining the future, dealing with the past
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| Deeper than the floor, ceiling made of glass
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| Merciless and cold, miserable and moved
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| Blind onto the eye, invisible and blue
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| Cursing at the sun, yielded my advice
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| Open to the air, show the body ice
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| All we do is wait, used to do it all
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| Rhythm of your blood, music through a wall
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| Lovers without hope, strangers without things
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| Bodies without spirits, angels without wings
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| Start of something else, finality of breath
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| Origin of death, and melody of death
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| they curse your name…
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| (they curse my name, burst into flame)
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| whisper please, please, please
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| (whispering their pleas, different degrees)
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| people can be so mean…
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| they call you the drowning machine.
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| I am the school…
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| (screws that turn, only till it burns)
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| you are the sea…
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| (yes I am the sea, lesson in the key)
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| I don’t know if its me moving through you, or you through me
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| I am the bridge…
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| (bridges and spillways, all ablaze)
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| you are the sea…
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| (yes I am the sea, lesson in the key)
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| I am taking on water, and you just kept on battering me.
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| Feed me your agonies, your riches and voices
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| Trespass against me, but offer me choices
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| Stronger than fire, the cancer is slow
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| Your tears are like mine,
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| But the answer is no.
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| they curse your name…
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| whisper please, please, please
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| people can be so mean…
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| they call you the drowning machine. |