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Don't get too close |
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This shore is cavernous and cold |
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Too close is cavernous and cold |
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Cavernous and cold |
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You're collecting empty shells |
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Too late to scribe, alive in my soul |
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I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul |
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A marbled ocean of steaming ghosts |
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They bore what's tavernous and told |
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A haunted ocean is tavernous and told |
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I am where the fearing dwells |
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Too late to scribe, alive in my soul |
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I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul |
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Don't get too close |
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To this haunted ocean of steaming ghosts |
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Too late to scribe, alive in my soul |
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I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul |
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Too late to scribe, alive in my soul |
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I'd rather hide, hide, hide, hide |
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Cavernous, cold |
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Cavernous, cold, cold, cold, cold |
