| Woke up in a tin can don’t remember my name
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| Don’t know how I got here or from where I came
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| My mind is an ocean, dark and clouded and deep
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| Under fathoms of blankness liquid secrets I keep
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| This child is my saviour, my reason to be
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| Underneath all my crashing waves she’s safe in this sea
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| A lumbering hulk aside a delicate flower
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| A gentle leviathan of terrible power
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| And I dream of the sea
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| Broken machinery
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| And I dream of the sea
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| There’s no rapture for me
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| I walk through the water with my only friend
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| We search for dead angels, on each other depend
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| I’ll follow her lead now wherever she’ll go
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know
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| And I dream of the sea
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| Broken machinery
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| And I dream of the sea
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| There’s no rapture for me
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| And I dream of the sea
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| Broken machinery
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| And I dream of the sea
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| There’s no rapture for me
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| And I dream of the sea (Walk through the water with my only friend)
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| Broken machinery (Search for dead angels on each other depend)
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| And I dream of the sea (Walk through the water with my only friend)
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| There’s no rapture for me (Search for dead angels on each other depend)
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know
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| Little sister, you’re all that I know |