| In the water, they sort it out
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| They were waist to neck in December somehow
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| In the water, they twist and shout
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| They were born again, so they can start living now
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| In the water, they saw the face
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| Of the man who was haunted, chained and disgraced
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| In the water, they asked them both
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| «How did you get the gold without digging any holes?»
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| Never had it any other way
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| Drowning in the grace
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| Never had a chance to break apart our heart for them to see
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| It’s really a disgrace
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| «Hide your daughters», the old men say
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| You were young once before, you know how we get our way
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| Feel the horror with no delay
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| We all see what once was beautiful has turned and old and grey
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| Never had it any other way
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| Drowning in the grace
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| Never had a chance to break apart our heart for them to see
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| It’s really a disgrace
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| I can’t fake it enough
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| Can’t say it enough
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| Can’t do it enough
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| I can’t make it enough
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| Can’t fake it enough
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| I don’t want it enough
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| So everyone’ll wait
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| Never had it any other way
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| Drowning in the grace
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| Never had a chance to break apart our heart for them to see
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| It’s really a disgrace
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| I can’t say it enough
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| Can’t sing it enough
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| So I’ll find another way
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| And we sing this morning that wonderful and grand ol' message
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| And I don’t know about you but I never get tired of it
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| Seven years… |