I let go of these cold nights long ago and now it's time for you to follow suit.
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Take those night sky tears and burning eyes stinging from pursuit;
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take your regret and sallow timbre and throw it to the ocean
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where misery can seek it out - you know misery loves a lonely stranger.
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And you've been waiting with open arms for so long, so long.
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Take a breath and roll it out, it's high time for your chest
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to resonate something more tangible. The angles, they're cutting in,
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they're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties and killing friends.
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So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face
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like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire.
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Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight;
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tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores,
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and homeward bound, and homeward bound
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And you've been waiting with open arms for so long, so long.
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Take a breath and roll it out, it's high time for your chest
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to resonate something more tangible. The angles, they're cutting in,
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they're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties and killing friends.
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So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face
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like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire.
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Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight;
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tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores,
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and homeward bound, and homeward bound
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Oh yeah
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you'll find your solace, you'll find your solace,
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you'll find your solidarity and peace.
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you'll find your solace, you'll find your solace,
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you'll find your solidarity and peace.
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So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face
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like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire.
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Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight;
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tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores,
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and homeward bound, and homeward bound
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So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face
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like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire.
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Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight;
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tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores,
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and homeward bound, and homeward bound
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Jesse Intense
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| The Amity Affliction |
