| Dropped at the sea
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| Had the waters to subdue
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| I had no choice, I had to stay
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| Seems like a prime
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| But decline is what is true
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| Consecutive ends parading in front of my eyes
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| Making me feel numb
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| Think why you care
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| What is to gain?
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| Such a struggle to endure
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| The sense of rising’s gone
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| Nothing is fair
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| Fighting in vain
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| Only one thing is for sure
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| At the end we’ll all turn into sand
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| Feed me with lies
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| I’m rejecting the deceit
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| Far from my sight the light of the day
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| Searching the ground
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| That subsides under my feet
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| A violent constraint is triggering bursts in my mind
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| How could it heal? |