| Throw me into the water I’m not afraid to begin again
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| To wash away the red red clay
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| Covering my body from the deep deep grave
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| I’ve been digging through a dark dark hour
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| A low low ditch to build the highest tower
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| There’s a blue light upon the ocean floor
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| So I’ve been diving down to be made pure
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| To be reborn
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| Take me down to the Devil I’m not afraid of a little sin
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| To burn away these dead dead days
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| And pison my sorrow 'til it slips away
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| Out of my heart and out of my hands
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| Through my fingers and onto the land
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| The high tide comes to carry out to sea
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| The hell we raise so we can be cured
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| We can be free
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| Send me down to the bottom of the good earth where I can see
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| Where I can hear the river run clear
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| Cool cool water down to drown my fear
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| Come to see the shore everyone’s waiting
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| To be made pure to be redone
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| Come to the shore and jump right in
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| To the blue water where we can sleep
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| And soon begin again |