| Passions run amok amongst the graves
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| The ghosts of longing fly in wrath across the sky
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| Sat between the crux of heavy tears
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| We mend the blankets but the holes remain awry
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| And yet, even when the seas engulf
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| The boat still carves through red water to survive
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| Swarming at the chance to drown the craft
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| The final blow throws broken vows into the night
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| Backwards, rowing backwards, (?) rowing backwards, rowing backwards
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| (?) rowing backwards, rowing backwards, (?) rowing backwards, rowing backwards
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| Holding fast we tried in the midst of flooding eyes
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| We awoke in severance to say goodbye
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| Never wanted, prayed or wished for a cut as deep as this
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| Rowing backwards in the waves to safe cold blue
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| I’m rowing backwards for you, backwards for you, backwards, backwards
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| Never wanted prayed or wished for any of this
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| Flailing purged against the rocks I held so true |