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Every time the water breaks and soaks me to the bone |
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I remember what |
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I left behind by sailing off alone |
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Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown |
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And the bell rings seven times |
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Salted brine, |
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I drink it down and breathe it through my nose |
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No sign of land but |
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I hang on and do my best to close |
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But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below |
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And the bell rings seven times |
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All hands left on deck |
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An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea |
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She's tried her best to take me as |
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I struggle to get free |
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But while |
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I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me |
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And the bell rings seven times |
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All hands left on deck |
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No hope of rescue |
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No hope of dry ground |
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The siren calls all souls on board |
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To follow her down |
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Swirling silently beneath the noise and light up there |
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Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare |
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I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious gasp of air |
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And the bell rings seven times |
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All hands left on deck |
