| Salt water surrounded me all my life
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| from way back in time
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| I smelled the water with my throat dry
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| The ocean sped by
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| Was you could drown in it’s solution
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| on the ocean floor
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| The chance to have that thirst and never hide
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| Cause it takes a hold, and it goes down through the bloodline
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| and it tracks so bold,
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| Couldn’t tell the truth from the lie
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| To the sons and daughters, were they left deaf, dumb and blind
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| Do they take so bold, do they dine in white cooling wine
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| It’s not surprising that it goes so
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| we cut off our nose
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| In a state of bragadocia
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| but if you think that’s a joke
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| You might get caught up in that motion
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| Cause it looks benign
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| But if you’re desperate it’s holy wine
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| Cause it takes a hold, and it goes down through the bloodline
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| and it tracks so bold,
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| Couldn’t tell the truth from the lie
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| To the sons and daughters, were they left deaf, dumb and blind
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| Do they take so bold, do they dine in white cooling wine
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| Do they take so bold, do they start to die undefined
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| do they take so bold, do you see that thirst in their eye
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| when I hit that role, I know the truth from the lie
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| When I hit that bold, I will know that truth from the lie
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| I’ll know the truth from the lie
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| I’ll know the truth from the lie
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| I’ll know the truth from the lie
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| I’ll know the truth from the lie |