| I can taste these troubles
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| Since the sadness has spoken
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| I’ve been praying for a vision
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| And pleading for silence
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| They’ve thrown it to the ocean
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| And turned into their shadows
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| There’s a swarm like commotion
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| And it’s clear to me, clear to me that there’s…
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| Trouble on the water
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| A bleakness in their waves
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| A sad heart inside this rib cage
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| And it whispers both their names
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| So come close, and you will find
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| That there’s more to life than
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| Preaching lines that make them smile
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| And hear my voice, and broken smiles
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| That I’d leave it all to give you something more than scars
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| I will break my mould to give you something
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| So it’s clear to me, clear to me that there’s…
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| Trouble on the water
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| A bleakness in their waves
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| A sad heart inside this rib cage
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| And it whispers both their names
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| Both their names
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| There’s trouble on the water
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| A bleakness in their waves
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| A sad heart inside this rib cage
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| And it whispers both their names
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| Both their names |