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Well-paid Jesus, vicious nails by tired angels of mine |
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Fresh taste of first light when they do come down |
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Skin-deep memories of siren lullabies |
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Sealed from us from me from everything you go |
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Despair you tend to bring to me, to us, to everything with tide comes |
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Holy water, she's breaking those waves |
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Holy water, she's breathing those waves |
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The silence keeps her sane |
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Tainted sounds from haunted throats |
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Iron tears on satin sheets |
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Silver spoon and bread through pain |
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And the silent |
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others kneels(?) |
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Ether eyes have never seen |
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Where dirty hands have never been |
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Sealed from us from me from everything you go |
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Despair you tend to bring to me, to us, to everything with tide comes |
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Holy water, she's breaking those waves |
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Holy water, she's breathing those waves |
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The silence keeps her sane |
