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I'm not going down that road again |
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You will drown by yourself again |
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In your ocean of made up lies |
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Rising water slowly shuts your eyes |
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The waves are coming in |
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They're washing you away |
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They're leading you astray |
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I can be your anchor no more |
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I'm not going down that road again |
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You will drown in the crimson rain |
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A flooded soul, a cold embrace |
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Davy Jones's locker till the end of days |
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The waves are coming in |
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They're washing you away |
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They're leading you astray |
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The waves are coming in |
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They're washing you away |
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They're leading you astray |
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I'm so sorry |
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Cause I'm not sorry |
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I'm so sorry |
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Cause I'm not sorry |
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I'm so sorry |
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Cause I'm not sorry |
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I'm not sorry |
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The waves are coming in |
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They're washing you away |
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They're leading you astray |
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The waves are coming in |
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They're washing you away |
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They're leading you astray |
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I didn't see that coming |
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Get lost |
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Get the **** away from me |
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Get lost |
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Get the **** away from me |
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Get lost |
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Get the **** away |
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Get lost |
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Get the **** away |
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Get lost |
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Get the **** away from me |
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Get lost |
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Get the **** away from me |
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Get lost |
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Get the **** away |
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Get lost |
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Get the **** away |
