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There is nothing in me that you can't take away |
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I'm as dead as the water in a dried up lake |
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Too many kids in here have hat tops and hammers as well |
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The cellar door's blown to bits, I keep my cool knowing it well, knowing it well |
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Inside the sea we go, a million things I wish I'd said have been and gone, they're lost |
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We paint our world apart, we're closing up, we think we've got it all worked out, but we don't |
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Too many kids in here have hat tops and hammers as well |
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The cellar door's blown to bits I keep my cool knowing it well, knowing it well |
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Knowing it well |
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We belong in the sea with you |
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Everything's changing I can't believe I'm losing myself |
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The world we rent falls to bits, the sea shows up to prove we're in hell |
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To prove we're in hell |
