| For one hundred days
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| We set sail without
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| As much as one distraction
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| But it seems that I have sank
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| Because of my past actions
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| And mistakes that I have made
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| And attempts to evade all
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| The consequences now
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| Being washed away
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| Washed away…
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| They said a storm was coming and
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| «You'll be washed away!»
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| They said a storm was coming and
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| «You'll be washed away!»
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| They said a storm was coming and
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| «You'll be washed away!»
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| Washed away!
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| Maybe now I’ll be made clean
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| While I bathe in your seas
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| As I seek out all the dreams
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| That I once had
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| Of a life already lived
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| Of a gift already given
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| That was taken from me, taken from me far too soon
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| Halt! |
| Where is your security now
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| When you begged for a lifeline
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| And were thrown an anchor instead?
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| And, has the smallest grain of
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| Sand traveled up the hourglass?
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| Or, has the sun ever set
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| In the east for you
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| Or any other man?
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| Face forward
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| Swim towards the surface
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| And look ahead to the life
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| On the new horizons
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| There was never any way
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| Of going back to the old world
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| With any sort of victory
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| Or good tidings of new discoveries
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| Maybe now I’ll be made clean
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| While I bathe in your seas
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| As I seek out all the dreams
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| That I once had
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| Of a life already lived
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| Of a gift already given
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| That was taken from me, taken from me far too soon
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| Fortune never favored me
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| And the oceans were never big enough
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| To hold all of our iniquities
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| And secrets in its clear, blue embrace
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| I will ascend from the bottom
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| To be born again |