| I’ll keep the king
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| When you are gone away
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| Into darkness and howling I’ll keep him from drowning
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| As our boat is untethered from the dock
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| I’ll keep the king
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| Keep him safe at bay
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| I’ll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
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| In that house at the top of the rock
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| In that house at the top of the rock
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| There’ve been times I know
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| I’ll stand up up up at the bow
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| And the waves of our bodies and the smell of our follies
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| Rips into the bark of my bones
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| You fumble through the dark
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| However wide and deep and far my dear
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| The waves made of fingers and the madness that lingers
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| Rips into the bark of our bones
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| And let the sea birds cry
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| I’ll let the sea birds cry
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| I’ll keep the king
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| I’ll keep the king
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| I’ll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
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| In that house at the top of the rock
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| I’ll smile as I climb the stairs (to the light)
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| To the light that you keep burning there (all hell)
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| And our muscles that are waltzing and our shadows that are bold sing
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| Come rip up the flesh of my fears
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| I know your fingernails are the colour of rust (come back)
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| And your veins are empty of dust (but our voices)
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| But our voices collide with each howl of the tide
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| Singing all hell and its fire waits for us
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| And let the sea birds cry
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| I’ll let the sea birds cry
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| I’ll keep the king
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| I’ll keep the king
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| I’ll keep him safe from the dark things that wait
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| In that house at the top of the rock
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| And let the sea birds cry
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| I’ll let the sea birds cry
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| The wind and its shackles, the old fishers tackles
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| The sea and its waters, every unwanted daughter
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| Every moon in the sky
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| Every promise and lie
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| All that matters
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| Is that you’re here
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| All that matters
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| All hell
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| And it’s fire
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| Waits for us |