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For the great blue cold now reigns |
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Adamantly taking hold of every bruised, battered heart |
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And every slack, weary limb knuckles down |
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For we shall bend to the cause: the open sea awaits us all |
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Surrender breeds no remorse |
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We suffered through the ordeal |
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They came to get me in my dreams |
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To take me down to the ocean |
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Only in death shall we be sage |
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And see that heaven lies behind |
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And we shall quake, reading those words on this book's final page: for the great blue cold now reigns |
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For the great blue cold now reigns |
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Certain and endless, it seemed |
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But every petty grain of sand |
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And every bone will be washed out to the sea |
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Numbness unfurls in each and every brain |
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The coast now is clear |
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The air is thin |
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And as your own plot unfolds |
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It gets more difficult to bribe |
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The magistrates of your own psyche |
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What will you say when all the lights go dim |
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And the cup of disappointment is full to the brim? For the great blue cold now reigns |
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For the great blue cold now reigns |
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Only in death shall we be sage |
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When every ocean has dessicated |
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And we shall quake, reading those words |
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On this book's last page: for the great blue cold now... |
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For the great blue cold now... |
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For the great blue cold now... reigns! |
