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And if I could swim |
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I'd swim out to you in the ocean, |
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Swim out to where you were floating |
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in the dark. |
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And if was blessed |
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I walk on the water you're breathing, |
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To lend you some air for that heaving |
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Sunken chest. |
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'Cause they chose you |
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As the model |
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For their empty little dreams. |
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With your new head |
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And your legs spread |
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Like a filthy magazine. |
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And they hunt you |
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And they gut you |
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And you give in. |
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And if I was brave |
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I'd climb up to you on the mountain. |
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They led you to drink from their fountain |
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Spouting lies. |
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And I'd slay |
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The horrible beast they commissioned |
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To steer me away from my mission |
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To your eyes, |
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And I'd stand there |
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Like a soldier |
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With my foot upon his chest. |
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With my grin spread |
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And my arms out |
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In my bloodstained Sunday's best, |
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And you'd hold me |
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I'd remind you |
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Who you are... |
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Under their shell.. |
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I'd walk through hell for you. |
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Let it burn right through my shoes. |
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These soles are useless without you. |
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Through hell for you |
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Let the torturing ensue. |
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My soul is useless without you |
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And if they sent a whirlwind, |
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I'd hug it like a harmless little tree. |
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Or an earthquake, |
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I'd calm it, |
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And I'd bring you back to me, |
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And I'd hold you |
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In my weak arms like a first born. |
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I'd walk through hell for you. |
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Let it burn right through my shoes. |
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These soles are useless without you. |
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Through hell for you |
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Let the torturing ensue. |
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My soul is useless without you (through hell for you) |
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(through hell for you) without you |
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Without you (through hell for you) |
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Without you (through hell for you) |
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Now, I've walked through hell for you, |
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What's an adventurer to do |
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But rest these feet at home with you |
