| And if I could swim, I’d swim out to you in the ocean,
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| Swim out to where you were floating in the dark.
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| And if I was blessed, I’d walk on the water you’re breathing,
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| To lend you some air for that heaving sunken chest.
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| 'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
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| With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine.
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| And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in.
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| And if I was brave, I’d climb up to you on the mountain,
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| They led you to drink from their fountain, spouting lies.
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| And I’d slay the horrible beast they commissioned
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| To steer me away from my mission to your eyes.
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| And I’d stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
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| With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday’s best,
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| And you’d hold me, and remind you who you are. | 
| under their shell…
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| (chorus)
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| I’d walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
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| These soles are useless without you
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| Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
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| My soul is useless without you…
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| And if they send a whirlwind, I’d hug it like a harmless little tree
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| Or an earthquake, I’d calm it, and I’d bring you back to me,
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| And I’d hold you in my weak arms like a first born
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| I’d walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes,
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| these soles are useless without you
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| Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue
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| My soul is usless without you.
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| (through hell for you)
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| (through hell for you)
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| Without you, without you…
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| (through hell for you)
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| Without you
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| (through hell for you)
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| Now I’ve walked through hell for you
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| What’s an adventurer to do,
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| But rest these feet at home with you? |