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If I stand around |
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And watch them drown in a pool of gray |
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When we dive in |
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I can surely say there's feud with force |
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Am I in your way? |
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Please knock me down, can I help you in? |
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When I'm not around |
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Let us all be found in certain ways |
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Dear Mr. Queequeg |
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You have been informed your life's been saved |
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You are not a black- |
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Hearted vicious mess so it has been claimed |
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If this is the beast |
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Pulling us towards the east with mighty waves |
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Let us look inside |
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And pull out all your pride, it's up to us |
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Holding pasts in ash black earth |
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Bound by roots |
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Roots into sand |
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Grow towards the giver |
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There's an open wound |
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Placed upon my heart in anger's rage |
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If we open up a spirit |
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A spirit that can bleed |
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Ahab the leading lad |
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We can trust his obsession carries them |
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Meet us at the temple |
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Healing all the crippled, don't forget the maimed |
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Lower soul |
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Sent with gifts offering |
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Teeth of hope travel with |
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Child laid next to mother |