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wide eyes under water salt burns them open |
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keep hold of the rope keep on looking |
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crumbs from the table kept us diving under |
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but there's nothing left in the ocean |
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pull in the rope |
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half drowned and wet holding nothing |
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chocking on hope |
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the hands down our throats are such kind ones |
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its the heaviest load but that's not my cross to carry |
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empty bottle hands and they hold nothing |
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cut these cobweb chains for they hold nothing |
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toss some silver across to me a lead life ring to throw the drowning |
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stopped halfway to the falling gate a lead life ring to throw the drowning |
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cook sold the meals exchanged it for a horse |
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which was carried for miles by the small ones |
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crippled of fingers stealing a crust of bread |
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make for the door hiding something |
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leaving our hope |
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replaced with self hating and loathing |
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choking on dope |
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the wine down our throats keeps us silent |
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tell me what you are hiding from |
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its dark in here I'd rather not say |