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These are the sentiments |
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Of a cold blooded cynic |
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So believe me when |
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I say, I would love nothing more. |
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Than for everything, |
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To end unpleasantly. |
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Concrete shoes, rising tide, |
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Grey skies let none survive, |
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Go. Don't say |
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I didn't warn you. [x2] |
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I would rather see your face in |
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Hell Than speak another word |
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Of this perfect world. |
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Of this perfect world. |
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Oh, to be buried beneath the waves, |
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A sailors grave is all |
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I crave. Bury me (bury me), 5000 fathoms deep, |
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And leave my bones, |
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For the depths. |
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The sharpest teeth await our skin. |
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The sharpest teeth await... |
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Bloodlust swarms, |
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Upon our worthless existence. |
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The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth), |
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The Devil's teeth, |
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Beneath our skin. |
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Whispering of silent vengeance. |
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Blood debts remain unpaid. |
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Now every breath of life |
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Has been betrayed. |
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Every ideal has rusted through. |
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Nothing we hold brings solace, |
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Feed us to the sharks. |
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So let nothing remain, |
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Feed us to the sea. |
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To be buried, |
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Beneath the waves. |
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A sailors grave it's all |
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I crave. Bury me (bury me), 5000 fathoms deep. |
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And leave my bones, |
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For the depths. |
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There's blood in the water, (sinking, always, sinking). |
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There's blood in the water, (sinking, always, sinking). |
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There's blood, |
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In the water. |
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I would rather see your face in |
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Hell Than speak another word |
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Of this perfect ****ing world. |
