| Approaching the shore,
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| My questions still unanswered
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| Just like I should have before but this time with blood
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| In my hands that paint the waves that pass by
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| A trail of guilt I’ll forever leave behind
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| Every shade of the night washed away
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| Down to my blistered hands,
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| Carrying the burns and the burdens of my guilt
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| Yet ready for the weight of redemption
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| Rising under the tide
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| Lifted above my head, the waves to cleanse the sky
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| With all of my strength
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| I hope it’s not too late to wash this guilt as far away as I can
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| Carrying the burns and burdens
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| of my guilt
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| Ready for the weight of
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| redemption
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| I’ll hold on as long as I can if
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| even this ocean consumes me
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| Every shade of the night must return
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| To the sky above me
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| Rising under the tide
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| Lifted above my head, the waves to cleanse the sky
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| With all of my strength
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| I hope it’s not too late to wash this guilt as far away as I can
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| The weight subsides as these waves become walls
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| In a moments rest on my shoulders
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| Then crashing down, every stone, every trace
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| Of imperfection, every fault exposed
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| Rising under the tide
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| Lifted above my head, the waves to cleanse the sky
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| Deliver us from the night |