| Calling out miracles
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| Abandoned homes lost in the flood
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| Wading waters, the first responders
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| End of days are bleached in blood
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| Rip my heart out and throw it in the ocean
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| Write our names in the crimson sand
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| Maybe I’ll just disappear, whoa-oh
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| At least that’s what I believe
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| Not sure where we all go
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| I just know we all leave
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| We all leave
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| We walk in circles, in search of moments
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| That blur our vision and keep us young
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| Put out the poison, an endless season
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| Fading romance in the sun
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| Rip my heart out and throw it in the ocean
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| Write our names in the crimson sand
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| Maybe I’ll just disappear, whoa-oh
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| At least that’s what I believe
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| Not sure where we all go
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| I just know we all leave
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| We all leave
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| Rip my heart out
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| Throw it away
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| Rip my heart out
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| Throw it away
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| Rip my heart out and throw in the ocean
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| Write our names in the crimson sand (The crimson sand)
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| Rip my heart out and throw it in the ocean
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| Write our names in the crimson sand (The crimson sand)
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| Maybe I’ll just disappear, whoa-oh
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| At least that’s what I believe
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| Not sure where we all go
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| I just know we all leave
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| Maybe I’ll just disappear, whoa-oh
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| At least that’s what I believe
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| Not sure where we all go
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| I just know we all leave
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| We all leave |