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Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent |
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Floating overhead, undoing his helmet |
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Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life |
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I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight |
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I pull him in, he wasn't breathin' |
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His eyes were wide and I saw two of me there |
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There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet |
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Found a way to make it silent |
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I'm comin' up for air |
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I'm comin' up for air |
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Air |
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Air |
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They hold my hand and ask me to pull through |
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A voice I know says "Dear, he probably can't hear you..." |
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Comin' up for air |
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Comin' up for air |
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Comin' up for air |
