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I opened my eyes as sunlight broke over the marsh. |
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My lungs were filled with sulphur, I was all washed up. |
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Caught in a storm drain and into a gutter. |
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I had no memory of who I was. |
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500 years I was a ghost for you. |
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500 years I was lost for you. |
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There's nothing left of me, |
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I can't move on for 500 years. |
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I followed coquina sidewalks down into the city, |
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The palm rats danced on the telephone wires hanging up above me. |
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I knew that his black eyes were watching on me. |
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I could feel the heat of the flames reaching out for me. |
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Somewhere in the cemetery, |
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I know my corpse is rotting. |
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With a dead heart in my chest, |
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And not a draw left to my breath. |
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Sometimes it feels like I have always been here, |
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Sometimes it feels like I will never leave. |
