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I feel like I'm about to drown |
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It feels like I have sunk too deep |
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The mask of water over me, |
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pushing me down |
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Has now become too burdensome |
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to overcome |
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I'm trying hard to see the sun |
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But from this angle |
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The surface reflects only |
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the bottom of the sea |
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At times, I feel I'd like to stop |
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Holding my breath and just exhale |
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And let the water fill my lungs |
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To drown is said to be |
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a pleasant way to die |
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Maybe if I just let go |
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Of my burden I'll eventually |
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Approach the surface |
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and drift downstream |
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And once again see |
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the fire of the sun |
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Again I try to see the sun |
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But from this angle |
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The surface reflects only |
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the bottom of the sea |
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Oxygen fails me but I hold my breath |
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I swim and try to reach the shore |
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Swim under water, maybe in vain |
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For I have almost lost my will to live |
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When I have lost my will to live |
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And my body is weak |
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Then carry me, please carry me |
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When my eyes are tired |
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Be my star |
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Shine for me |
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Shine for me my precious sun |
