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These are the sentiments |
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Of a cold blooded cynic |
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So believe me when I say, |
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I would love nothing more. |
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Than for everything, |
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To end unpleasantly |
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Concrete shoes, rising tides,Grey skies, Let none survive. |
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Go. |
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Don't say I didn't warn you. |
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I would rather see your face in Hell than speak another word of this perfect world. |
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I would rather see your face in Hell than speak another word of this perfect world |
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Ohh |
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Of this perfect world. |
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Oh, to be buried beneath the waves, |
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A sailors grave is all I crave. |
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Bury me (bury me), |
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5000 fathoms deep, |
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And leave my bones, |
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For the depths. |
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The sharpest teeth await our skin. |
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The sharpest teeth await... |
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Blood lust swarms, |
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Upon our worthless existence. |
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The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth), |
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The Devil's teeth, |
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Beneath our skin. |
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Whispering of silent vengeance. |
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Blood debts remain unpaid. |
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Now every breath of life |
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Has been betrayed. |
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Every ideal |
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Has rusted through. |
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Nothing we hold brings solace, |
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Feed us to the sharks. |
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So let nothing remain, |
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Feed us to the sea. |
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To be buried, |
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Beneath the waves. |
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A sailors grave it's all I crave. |
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Bury me (bury me), |
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5000 fathoms deep. |
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And leave my bones, |
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For the depths. |
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There's blood in the water, |
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(Sinking, always, sinking). |
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There's blood in the water, |
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(Sinking, always, sinking). |
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There's blood, |
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In the water. |
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I would rather see your face in Hell |
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Than speak another word |
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Of this perfect ****ing world. |