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Listen, to the sound |
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The sound of an angry ocean below |
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And, look above |
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The skies open up |
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The waves begin to groan |
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They say, "It's nothing personal |
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It's what's been decided for you |
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It is what has to be. |
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If you aren't so easily swayed |
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I'll make my peace |
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And sink beneath the waves |
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Until it all fades away to hues |
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And shades of blues and grays |
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In this cold |
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Frigid and oh so lonely |
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I'm slowly moving toward |
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The center of a hostile world |
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Unexplored and in need of |
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More men like me to uncover |
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What lies at its ends |
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All I ever needed was one more day |
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I feel so disconnected |
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So strangely warm |
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So strangely calm |
