| He killed me by the full moon tide
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| No steel in his hand, no hate in his eyes
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| His words were few, his words were kind
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| He wished me luck, and kissed my hand
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| He said that sometimes life don’t give
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| What you think you wanted
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| And if love was your question then time’s
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| Gonna give you your answers
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| But the passing of days has brought nothing but words
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| And the cold
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| And belief lives with lies
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| Just as life lives with death
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| And grows old
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| Blood on the sea, blood on the sea, please tke me away
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| Make othign of me. |
| Blood on the sea. |
| Blood on the sea
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| Bllod on the sea, blood on the sea, the weight of your words
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| Made mortar of me
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| So the lives of men remain a mystery to me
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| And if God sees it all, He’s alone with His clarity
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| Faith is a word that builds bridges to rescue the wounded
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| But when the ground falls away
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| Everything else falls with it
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| Blood on the sea, blood on the sea, please tke me away
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| Make othign of me. |
| Blood on the sea. |
| Blood on the sea
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| Bllod on the sea, blood on the sea, the weight of your words
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| Made mortar of me
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| He killed me by the full moon tide
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| No steel in his hand, no hate in his eyes
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| His words were few, his words were kind |