| a masochist with a healthy fear of knives
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| blindfolded cutting tendons
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| screams at the top of his lungs
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| as the crew holds a sigh
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| I may be mad, but I’m certain of the uncertainty
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| so learn to with steer our failure and fill our sails for I am the royal we
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| sirens soothing his fire with harmonic vows
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| rocks calmly eviscerate this vessel as he takes no blame for himself
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| darken my horizons waiting for your wake
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| buried under shipwrecks loyalty will always lay
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| if I hold my breath too long will I seal my fate
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| this ship will meet bottom before it ports in disgrace
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| storms up ahead cloud the eyes of our reckoning
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| trust famished sharks' agendas over this capsizing craft you’re piloting
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| how can the traitorous dispute the lighthouse that’s mocking me
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| let fog roll like the heads across the deck you’re troubling
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| can you feel me underneath you
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| can you hear me scratching through the hull
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| every wave pleading my love I’ll pull every fucking board up just to welcome
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| the flood.
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| darken my horizons waiting for your wake
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| buried under shipwrecks loyalty will always lay
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| if I hold my breath too long will I seal my fate
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| this ship will meet bottom before it ports in disgrace
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| all hands on deck
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| she’ll treat you sweet if you’re worth your salt
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| all hands on deck
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| we’ve been waterlogged for far too long
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| all hands on deck
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| hell’s easy to find if you’re heading south
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| all hands on deck
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| breathe the water in and pray to drown warm nights
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| loving arms for rusted nails and colder dawns
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| if this salted embrace holds true I’d trade anything to hold course through you
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| darken my horizons waiting for your wake
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| buried under shipwrecks loyalty will always lay
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| if I hold my breath too long will I seal my fate
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| Just meet me at the bottom |