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Soon as the storm hit, struck on the hull. |
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Hand in the hallway, here was the soul after soul. |
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Then in a waste end way they call them home. |
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Take it through the footstep in the hearing call. |
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Then no one from the roll up call you. |
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Where you are, arms length, tumble light it goes, I hardly knew. |
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Still awake in the heart's, they're not true. |
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When the lay in the horse and the clear dawn. |
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We defer til we float to the sea fall. |
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To repeat every word as it seems, oh. |
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Then no one from the roll up call you. |
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Where you are, arms length, tumble light it goes, I hardly knew. |
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Still awake in the heart's, they're not true. |
