| This ocean shows the rain
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| I forgave everything
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| The road to pain
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| Darling yours
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| This ocean shows the rain
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| And the cynic will love everything
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| It’s all the rage
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| Every motion making subtle waves
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| As I set the fire to your home
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| I let you drown
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| Right now it’s too late
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| I let you drown in a very, very subtle way
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| A glimpse to erode
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| Pristine the orchards of your throat
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| My fingers as the combs
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| Raking these words into their rows
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| The ark of unknown
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| Two by two the seeds we sow
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| Full circle we must row
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| One oared ocean
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| We do our best in this fucking globe
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| And I set the fire to your home
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| I let you drown
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| Right now it’s too late
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| I let you drown in a very, very subtle way
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| I set the fire to your home then I sat, kneel and kiss the
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| church
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| I set the fire to your home then I said kneel and kiss the
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| church
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| I set up the fire to your home then I said I’ll kneel and kiss
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| the church
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| I set up the fire to your home, then I said
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| Kneel and kiss the church
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| And you’ll know it’s my hand
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| And you know it’s my hand
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| By the move of my hand
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| You will remember the touch
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| By the move of my hand
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| By the move of my hand I let you drown
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| In a very, very subtle way |