| Don’t get too close
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| This shore is cavernous and cold
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| Too close is cavernous and cold
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| Cavernous and cold
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| You’re collecting empty shells
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| Too late to scribe, alive on my soul
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| I’d rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
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| A marbled ocean of steaming ghosts
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| They bore what’s tavernous and told
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| A haunted ocean is tavernous and told
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| I am where the fearing dwells
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| Too late to scribe, alive on my soul
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| I’d rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
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| Don’t get too close
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| To this haunted ocean of steaming ghosts
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| Too late to scribe, alive on my soul
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| I’d rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
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| Too late to scribe, alive on my soul
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| I’d rather hide, hide, hide, hide
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| Cavernous, cold
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| Cavernous, cold, cold, cold, cold |