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You pushed me out to sea today |
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And hoped to watch me drown |
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All I had was my baggage |
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You thought it'd weigh me down |
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And as I drifted out |
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I floated out until the raft was sinking |
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I gasped for air |
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I coughed salt water |
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I couldn't help but drink in |
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I jumped ship; you couldn't see me. |
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You thought I'd breathed my last |
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I started swimming towards the shore |
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From which I had been cast |
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I struggled back until |
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You were sure that I would die |
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But I found a strength, a will, a hate |
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I couldn't pacify |
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So I made it back |
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I fought back, was almost to your shore |
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You had something in your hands for me |
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A braided crown of thorns |
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Then I turned around |
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I swam away, never to look back |
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I'm no more the fool |
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Who would die and know a salt sack |
