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He woke up |
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Six o'clock a.m. |
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In his boat |
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Drifting far out nowhere. |
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Nothing matters now, he thought. |
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He had decided |
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To do it properly. |
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Some friends |
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Helped him out: |
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The brown liquor, |
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Some white, little ones.. |
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A dive into |
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Infinity, eternity. |
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God's haven. |
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A dive into water. |
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The rocks pull him down. |
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The fight he fought inside |
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Had gone on far too long now. |
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At least long enough. |
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I want to do myself and mine |
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A last and final favor. |
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He tightened his backpack, |
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I'm ready to dive, |
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Start a second life. |
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A dive into |
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Infinity, eternity, |
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God's haven. |
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A dive into water. |
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The rocks pull |
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His body down |
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But brings his soul |
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Even higher, |
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Even higher. |
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A dive into |
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Infinity, eternity, |
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God's haven. |
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A dive into water. |
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The rocks pull |
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Him down. |
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A dive into |
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Infinity, eternity, |
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God's haven. |
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A dive into water. |
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The rocks pull |
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His body down |
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But brings his soul |
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Even higher, |
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Even higher. |
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Even higher |
