| Brother, we were so close, like shoremen out to sea
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| Sharing our hearts on decks carved from rotten trees
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| Brother, you found the Lord and set sail for different seas
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| Leaving the crew to die, ignoring helpless pleas from lesser men.
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| Brother, when doubt set in, you set your ship ablaze
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| Drowning the fools aboard for wanting to believe in something more than them
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| Brother, you found a way to sever heart from limb-
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| I wonder whose hand you’ll seek when midnight storms set in
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| Brother!
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| Open your eyes!
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| Because, although we see things differently
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| Your blood is red like mine
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| And at the end of all things coming
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| Will we be washed of all our pride?
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| Will we help each other swim
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| Or be taken by the tides?
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| Show me where your bones release
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| And tell me how you find your peace
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| When every word you’ve spoken turns to knives
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| You’ll tear the truth of men out from their eyes
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| From their eyes
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| (From their eyes)
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| Show me!
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| (From their eyes)
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| Show me!
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| (From their eyes)
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| The storm is setting in as new rain starts to fall-
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| The ship begins to lurch, its speed becomes a crawl
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| The lower decks are filled with the ocean’s mighty wake
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| The sails torn in the wind, the bow finally breaks
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| The sun is in your eyes with the helm still in your grasp
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| For when the depths embrace your stead
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| You’ll be alone at last |