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In the Undertow
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Of a muddy river's ebb and flow
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Is a hand that will not let go
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The current is strong
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The river is deep
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In the aftergow
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of the fire that tore through the room below
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Someone calls through the smoke
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" All you can do is try to breathe
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to breathe
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to breathe
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to breathe"
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When the road is steep
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And the ground gives way beneath your feet
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It's the last place you want to be
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The air here is thin
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You must try to breathe
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to breathe
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to breathe
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to breathe
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In the undertow
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Of a muddy river's ebb and flow
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Is a hand that will not let you go
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That belongs to someone like me
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Who's holding your head and helping you breathe
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to breathe
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to breathe
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to breathe
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You need to be free
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You need to be free
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waterloo
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| Suede |
