| Pull him down to the bottom of the sea
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| He could ease even the rivers and the trees
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| Mercy on this wounded heart, prison of his soul
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| He gives to you his heart’s desire, waiting to be whole
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| Chanting head screaming out his misery
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| They couldn’t bear the sound of his grief
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| Mercy on this wounded heart, prison of his soul
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| He gives to you his heart’s desire, waiting to be whole
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| He couldn’t live without her, take her with you
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| And never ever turn around
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| Weep your bloodless shadows, take her with you
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| And never ever turn around
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| He could ease even the rivers and the trees
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| They couldn’t bear the sound of his grief
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| He couldn’t live without her, take her with you
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| And never ever turn around
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| Weep your bloodless shadows, take her with you
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| And never ever turn around |