| Take my hand, we’re going down to the water
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| The sound is cold and I can’t feel my…
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| Take my hand, yeah, we’re going down to the water
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah…
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| Fuck it, I’ve been told that I’m getting harder love
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| My dark shadow just followed all of my crumbs
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| Defining moments go deeper into the buzz
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| But I’m more aware now than I probably ever was
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| Funny, 'cause now I got the whole world watching
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| The crows wanna circle in the cold, I’m boxed in
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| I watch em sway like a pendulum in the crosswind
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| I found myself in the shitty maze that I’m lost in
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| Stop talking, I’m tryna level field up
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| Put the phone down and go face to face with a real one
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| It’s cold granite, stormwater in steel drums
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| Put a spigot in and let me know if you feel something
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| They told me I should pay for my sins
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| I can see the sharks coming from the size of their fins
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| If I don’t put it on the paper it goes inside of my skin
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| Either way it’s coming with me in the end, yeah
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| I followed the sound down
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| It was calling me under
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| It made me remember
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| It rained in December
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| Like, every day
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| I followed the sound down
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| It was calling me under
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| It made me remember
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| I’ve been feeling like I don’t know how to cope
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| My sick stomach just followed me through the snow
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| The dark hours get farther out of control
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| But I’m more awake now then you’d probably ever know
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| Funny, 'cause now I got the bright lights focused
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| And the wolves wanna watch me from the tree line posted
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| I watch 'em circle while moving in slow motion
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| This ain’t the effortless meal they’re used to approaching
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| Stop acting like you didn’t see all the signs up
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| Cut the bullshit and start prepping for when the time comes
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| Bonfires keep lighting the night sky up
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| I’m drunk off of too spirit inside my cup
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| I’m vexed, tell me what hell comes next
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| They gon' try to take you down a notch if left un-checked
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| I heard the sound from the river rushing over my head
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| Washing my debts, filling up the hole in my chest, like…
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| Take my hand we’re going down to the water
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| The sound is cold and I can’t feel my…
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| Take my hand, yeah, we’re going down to the water
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah…
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| I followed the sound down
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| It was calling me under
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| It made me remember
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| It rained in December
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| Like, every day
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| I followed the sound down
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| It was calling me under
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| It made me remember
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| (I followed the sound down)
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| Take my hand
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| (It was calling me under)
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| We’re going down to the water
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| Heard the sound from the river rushing over my head
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| Take my hand
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| (I followed the sound down)
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| We’re going down to the water
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| (It was calling me under)
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| Yeah |