| The rain came down in buckets
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| Submerging good and bad alike
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| Waist deep in water you start grabbing at things
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| That you think won’t drift or sink down in the flood
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| Did I drag you down?
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| With my flesh and bone turned into stone
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| Unable to stand now
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| Even though the tide has turned away
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| Away, to insist to keeping me under
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| It’s coming, it’s quiet, after
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| But now you’re nowhere to be found
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| The greatest tragedy can come from all of this
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| Now we know
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| Sometimes you’re better off alone
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| Did I drag you down?
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| When my flesh and bone turned into stone
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| Unable to stand now
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| Even though tide has turned away
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| Away to insist to keeping me under
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| Unable to breathe now
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| Cause I know I pushed you away
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| When you were just trying to keep me from drowning
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| I know we practice treading water
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| But this time I took you way to deep
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| And I left a mile to the bottom
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| And your feet just couldn’t reach
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| Your feet just couldn’t reach
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| Unable to stand now
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| Even though the tide has turned away
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| Away to insist of keeping me under
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| Unable to breathe now cause I know I pushed you away
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| You were just trying keep me from drowning |