| Waves that big will sink a ship this size
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| The memory of the friends we lose
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| Stains our days like a bruise
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| In a storm like this, this vessel will capsize
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| My love has the prettiest head cause Jesus sleeps between her legs
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| On the holiest of nights
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| When the angel sleeps so tight
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| I stay awake to watch her breathing
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| On the coldest morning after
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| I hear the sound of laughter
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| From people who can’t be as happy as me
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| Jessica acts as my harbour
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| Within her arms is my haven
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| She thinks that I’m worthy and able
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| So I kiss her from her toes to her navel
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| Her hair it acts as a beacon
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| Drawing me away from the harlots and their wanton ways
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| And all the lonely people need her so
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| And Christ alone knows how he made those lips
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| The deity worked over time, I see his likeness in her eyes
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| And as we sale towards the calmer seas
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| Fifty thousand beads of sweat running down her long white legs
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| On the sunniest of summers, When I wake from winter slumber
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| And smell the school girls hair as they go bathing and
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| Sin will lose the one I love
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| Jessie’s hair is long enough
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| To wipe away the fact that she is sixteen years old |