| In the comfort of the water’s cold embrace
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| Gripped tight by the undertow
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| I let the water carry me away
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| Drifting far from the sight of land
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| A strange calm and an inner peace
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| The monumental choice but a distant feeling
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| Feel the terror taking hold
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| Grip and break your bones
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| It will drag you down
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| Push the feeling deep inside
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| Reach and calm your mind
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| Light will dim, and hope recedes
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| You can hang yourself from the gallows tree
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| But in time even the mightiest oaks will fall
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| Will you still be there at the end of it all?
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| Ash to ash and dust to dust
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| Swords grow dull and iron rusts
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| I feel the weight of the water bearing down on me
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| But I got two good hands and I know my strength
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| The calm pierced by a realization
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| I have to swim for shore
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| This is not the way I’m meant to go
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| There’s a peculiar beauty
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| Revealed when your flame burns low
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| That blurs the lines between the light and darkness
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| Feel the horror sinking in
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| Rip and tear your skin
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| It will drag you down
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| Push the feeling deep inside
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| Reach and calm your mind
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| Light will dim, and hope recedes
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| You can hang yourself from the gallows tree
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| But in time even the mightiest oaks will fall
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| Will you still be there at the end of it all?
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| Ash to ash and dust to dust
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| Swords grow dull and iron rusts
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| I feel the weight of the water bearing down on me
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| But I got two good hands and I know my strength
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| Skies cloaked in darkness
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| The fire starts to fade
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| Shivering, friendless
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| And I’m afraid I’ve lost my way
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| What if I never had the power
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| What if I never had the will
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| Then all remaining is the journey
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| It had to mean something |