| Be the breeze and share the seas
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| Hold it in your arms, the green
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| Flourishing entity
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| The purest thing you’ll ever see
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| You and I, we’ll sleep tonight
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| Underneath the seven lights
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| Coat your arms in honesty
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| Live and fall without the greed
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| On and off until it stops
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| The start, the end, the bitter shock
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| Whiskey down the tying knot
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| Fortified with Western rot
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| On that act I see my life
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| Flash before my very eyes
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| Your shy saloon rolls through the night
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| I thought that I could never die
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| But I’m on the dying list
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| I’m on the dying list
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| I’m on the dying list
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| I’m on the dying list
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| Oh
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| Lay down, on empty packets on my bed you left out
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| That I can’t seem to bin before I phase out
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| I’ll be back by dawn, where did they get you from
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| Break it off, tear it up
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| I cloud my judgement with the drink and drugs
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| If hermit hearts could ever love
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| I’ll build a glove just for the touch
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| Come and sleep right next to me
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| So when I wake you’re all I see
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| I’m swimming in complacency
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| The absence of rationality
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| When I thought you’d had enough
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| I sold my body like a hostel cloth
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| Hunter I, kills the dove
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| I shoot like an arrow back to the mud
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| On my knees, forlorn you see
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| In your arms I try to breath
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| Choking up 'cause I can’t breath
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| Oh fuckin' hell you’re all I need
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| But I’m on the dying list
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| I’m on the dying list
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| I’m on the dying list
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| I’m on the dying list
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| Oh
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| Lay down, on empty packets on my bed you left out
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| That I can’t seem to bin before I phase out
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| I’ll be back by dawn, where did they get you from, oh
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| One night, those duplicated moons looked at me plain sight
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| Told me what was usual in our moonlight
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| Those hands so cold, they’re on my bitter bone
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| I’m on the dying list
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| I’m on the dying list
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| I’m on the dying list
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| This burial sight becomes the kiss |