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sitting upon the shore |
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the waves crash and echo inside my head |
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approaching out in the distance |
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a ship of slaves to bury the dead |
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this island is a pirson |
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of futile desparation |
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from hunger and calamity |
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i slip into dreams |
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years became mummified |
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a relic of suicide |
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years became mummified |
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waiting for when they wash up in the tide |
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under the moon out in the sea |
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what could be out there waiting for me |
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i _____ the current it pulls me under |
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i feel the water filling my lungs |
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years became mummified |
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a relic of suicide |
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years became mummified |
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waiting for when they wash up in the tide |
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when they wash up in the tide |
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when they wash up in the tide |
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when they wash up in the tide |
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_____ below pluto |
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floating in limbo |
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are ______ father of _______ |
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the fury in fire |
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igniting(?) the words |
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_____ his sea men in _______ |
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visions of heavenly celestial beings in love(?) |
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illusion crucified a witness below _________ |
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lost on the _________ then waiting _______ |
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beg for forgiveness from a supreme diety |
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years became mummified |
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a relic of suicide |
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years became mummified |
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waiting for when they wash up in the tide |
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when they wash up in the tide |
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when they wash up in the tide |
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when they wash up in the tide |
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i'm lost though hopeful i'll find a way |
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i'm lost though hopeful i'll find a way |
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i'm lost though hopeful i'll find a way |
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i'm lost though hopeful i'll find a way |
