| There’s a place I’d go
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| Before it all broke down
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| Where we carried on and carried the fire
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| But managed not to burn the sea or the town
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| Before we sharpened up our teeth
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| Before the crash and the shame
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| When I could still hear your voice
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| When your tongue still knew my name
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| But you left me there
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| With just a memory
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| How do I feel your love
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| Adrift on this plastic plague of a sea?
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| Is this all of the grace you’ll allow?
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| I would kneel down low
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| Under stained glass light
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| To taste your body to taste your blood
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| Then count the minutes till we’d reunite
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| Before the gulf turned black
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| Before this town got too close to the flames
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| When I would wait at the door like a dog
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| For you to wrap your tongue 'round my name
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| But you left me here
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| With just a memory
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| How do I feel your love
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| Adrift on this plastic plague of a sea
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| Is this all of the grace you allow?
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| I begged you before and I’m begging you now
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| Will the slaughter convince you to stay?
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| The cross wouldn’t hold you but this time you won’t get away
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| I’ll leave you there
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| Just a memory
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| You will not feel my love
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| Adrift on this plastic sickening sea
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| This is all of the grace I’ll allow
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| I begged you before, I’m not begging you now
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| The slaughter convinced me to stay
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| But this time you won’t get away
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| You won’t get away |