| Fathoms we’ve sunk
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| Trenches we’ll wait
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| Among the biting cold
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| And makeshift home that we’ve made
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| Vessels will rust
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| Sunken we’ll stay
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| Fear not of growing old
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| Else we’ll waste away
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| Turn back the hands of time
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| (risk but we have to try)
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| Anything for a chance to come alive
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| To return to what once we had called a life
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| Peel back these hands of mine
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| (make new what once was dry)
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| And i’ll make suke i never sleep again
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| I’ll be the last one to forget
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| We’re already dead
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| Sold our souls to
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| Pay our debts
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| Take a number
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| Alongside the rest
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| Turn back the hands of time
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| (risk but we have to try)
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| Anything for a chance to come alive
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| To return to what once we had called a life
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| Time stops, we don’t breathe a word
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| Shell cracks, reflects the choice we made
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| Floor leaks, the water rises to our throats
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| Pipes burst, we await our fate
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| With the new weight in our chests
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| I’ll see you along the bottom
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| With the new weight in our chests
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| I’ll see you along the bottom |