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I've been disguised by sunken eye |
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I sleep in cars and shout at stars |
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The killer said I'm not quite dead |
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Replied then I must hide |
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Please don't say I'm stuck in wood |
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That I could sink like metal should |
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And I see the ocean envelope me |
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Like I was meant to be a baby |
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And I see the ocean envelope me |
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Like I was meant to be a baby |
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An old scrap heap, I heard him creep |
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He sawed the rust and struck at dusk |
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All my hope he crushed and choked |
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So my life won't wait inside this crate |
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And please don't say I'm stuck in wood |
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That I could sink like metal should |
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And I see the ocean envelope me |
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Like I was meant to be a baby |
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And I see the ocean envelope me |
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Like I was meant to be a baby, oh |
