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Drifting away from |
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YouPinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation |
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In a spell, walking away from the fire |
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That keeps my heart from turning to ice |
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Golden feet grace the surface of the sea |
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Sinking deeper |
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I view them from underneath |
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Flailing, kicking as |
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I head for the deep |
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I question a hypothetical lead supper |
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Oh, God receive my outstretched hand |
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Will, I inhale the blue |
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Spinning down upon the glass, a ghost towards realization |
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Of a cell enclosing the hauntings of a past |
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That blind the eyes and rust the heart |
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Golden feet grace the surface of the sea |
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Sinking deeper |
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I view them from underneath |
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Flailing, kicking as |
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I head for the deep |
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I question a hypothetical lead supper |
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Oh God receive my outstretched hand |
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So I fell, |
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I need You to take my hand |
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And keep my heart from ice |
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Golden feet grace the surface of the sea |
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Sinking deeper |
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I view them from underneath |
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Golden feet grace the surface of the sea |
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Sinking deeper |
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I view them from underneath |
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Flailing, kicking as |
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I head for the deep |
