| S.O.S
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| In distress
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| I’m going down like a zeppelin of led
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| Everything is such a mess
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| I can’t remember the last time I slept
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| But what else could I possibly expect
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| Am I a boat built to sink
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| Am I a ship made to wreck
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| I’ve fallen overboard
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| My strength is washed ashore
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| Spiraling out of control
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| Caught in the eye of storm
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| I’ve fallen overboard
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| Although I’m weary and worn
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| I’m holding onto hope
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| ‘Cause I know hope won’t let go
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| S.O.S
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| As I tread
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| Tidal waves of regret
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| Crashing on my head
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| My body’s frozen, fingers cold
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| And I can see my breath
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| But inside my chest
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| My heart it knows it’s not over yet
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| I’ve fallen overboard
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| My strength is washed ashore
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| Spiraling out of control
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| Caught in the eye of storm
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| I’ve fallen overboard
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| Although I’m weary and worn
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| I’m holding onto hope
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| ‘Cause I know hope won’t let go
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| It carries you home
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| It carries you home
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| It carries you home
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| I’ve fallen overboard
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| My strength is washed ashore
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| Spiraling out of control
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| Caught in the eye of storm
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| I’ve fallen overboard
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| Although I’m weary and worn
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| I’m holding onto hope
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| ‘Cause I know hope won’t let go |