| I stopped making deals with God
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| Right around when you left
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| I said that I would start believing
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| If they made you well again
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| Guess they knew it was bullshit
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| Never hold up my end
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| All the walls are stained in your nicotine
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| I could feel closing in
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| I heard somebody cry
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| I thought I was alone
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| I came to numb my lungs in the salt air
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| Let the breakers heal my bones
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| I wish that the current would carry me home
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| I’ve been running for a decade now
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| And I think I’m ready to go
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| Oh, I’m ready to go
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| I stopped making deals with God
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| When the light finally died
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| I’m gonna guard what’s left of the good in us
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| When the ash blocks out the sky
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| And hold you with my left hand
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| And ball up my right
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| And if the bastards come for both of us
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| I’ll be right there by your side
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| I’m by your side
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| When I was in shambles
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| When I got too weak
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| The ocean grew hands to hold me
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| When I was in shambles
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| When I got too weak
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| The ocean grew hands to hold me
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| I stopped blaming God
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| When you said you were sick
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| I learned to lean on the people who love me
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| When the sutures start to split
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| I trust in the current to pull you back in
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| I miss everyone at once
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| But most of all, I miss the ocean |