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I woke, cold and alone, adrift in the open sea |
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Caught up in regrets and tangled in nets |
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Instead of your arms wrapped around me |
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And I wept, but my tears are anathema here |
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Just more water to fill my lungs |
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I hear someone scream, "God, what is it we've done?" |
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I am drowning in a digital sea |
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I am slipping beneath the sound |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeros |
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I'm slipping beneath the sound |
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A song from somewhere below, deadly and slow begins |
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Both sickly and sweet, now picking up speed |
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Ushering in the world's end |
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And the ghost of |
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Descartes screams again in the dark"Oh, how could I have been so wrong?" |
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But above the screams still the sirens sing their song |
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I am drowning in a digital sea |
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I am slipping beneath the sound |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeros |
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I'm slipping beneath the sound |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeros |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeros |
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Here my voice goes to ones and zeros... |
