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Looting the destroyed |
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Vessels of the sea |
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I wondered if the waves |
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Had taken all of me |
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All of me back |
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Down to the black |
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Down to the where the worms |
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Reign silent and green, silent |
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We can do some wrecking here |
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'Til a little color comes into your face |
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We can do some wrecking here |
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And find something to love in this broken place, this broken place |
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And the king is a hand |
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And slaps you like a wave |
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Shackles you down |
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Bound like an anchored chain in the sand |
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Sends your ships to the rocks |
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Sends the keys to the lock of the chain on your heart |
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To the mouth of a serpent |
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And his scaly glass shards |
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He's holding all the cards |
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And waiting in the waves |
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With the poker face |
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And no trail to trace, no trail to trace |
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We can do some wrecking here |
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'Til a little color comes into your face |
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We can do some wrecking here |
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And find something to love in this broken place, this broken place |
