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It's getting darker |
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And I'm still swimming |
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It hits me again |
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I'm getting deeper |
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And I'm still swimming |
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It hits me again |
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And I am never frightened |
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No, I am never ashamed |
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And you will never understand |
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The lengths I go to light your way |
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See, left behind on my own |
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I have the ghosts of autumn murders walk me home |
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See the girl on the shore |
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It's my ideal, nothing more |
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It's getting darker |
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And I'm still swimming |
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It hits me again |
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The sun is sinking, |
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Pale blue salt-water breathing |
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It hits me again |
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And I am never frightened |
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No, I am never afraid |
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And you will never understand |
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The depths I sink to light your way |
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See, left behind on my own |
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I have the ghosts of autumn murders walk me home |
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See the ghost on the shore |
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It's my ideal |
