| Would you please tell me this
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| I mean not to place blame
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| How can you love something
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| That kills you all the same?
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| Tell me, what is just?
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| What do you mean when you say «found»?
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| If they call the waters «holy»
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| Does it mean that you can’t drown?
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| Oh how I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried to find you
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| Well, my thoughts they grew legs
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| And ran with the wind
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| Not seeing what they were chasing
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| But feeling it on their skin
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| Am I something to repair?
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| Can you find for me some ground?
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| If they call the waters «holy»
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| Does it mean that you can’t drown?
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| Oh how I’ve tried, I’ve tried, I’ve tried to find you
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| The same thistle 'round your head
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| Are the walls I find myself in
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| Though they say it’s safe inside
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| It seems the darkness I still reside
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| Amidst all the definition
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| Are experiences all around
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| Enough to make me wonder
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| If you’re holy, does it mean-
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| If you’re holy, does it mean we can’t drown?
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| Drown
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| Drown
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| Drown |