| Legends exist for the primitive ones
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| That only commit for a fraction of some
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| Don’t let the space between my head disappear
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| Darkness drapes like a veil
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| And no longer heats the hearts, hearts of the pale
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| It’s all become news to me
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| I’ve never seen this kind of death in the breeze
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| It’s all become news to me
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| I’ve only seen this kind of death in a dream
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| The pages of the water will turn
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| Over, and over
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| It’s all become news to me
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| I’ve never seen this kind of death in the breeze
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| It’s all become news to me
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| I’ve only seen this kind of death in a dream
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| In the ocean it will burn
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| Don’t let the space between my head disappear
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| Darkness drapes like a veil
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| And no longer heats the hearts of the men who bleed out and away,
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| but soldier forward
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| And never give up oceans or seas
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| But they only drift in currents of gasoline
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| Igniting the waves eternally
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| But remember the lore remains
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| But remember water folds me underground
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| I cannot breathe
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| I cannot breathe
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| These waves, these waves
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| These waves
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| I drown in my soul
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| I will take it all in
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| From the bottom the waves look like clouds
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| Its a shame there’s a hell that I’m gonna know |