The rain begins. the tide it pulls.
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and it drags me down. keep rolling in.
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alone you float.
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she wont let go.
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and it spins you out.
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keep rolling in.
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underneath a web of satellites.
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concrete structures puncture holes in the sky.
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nothing lives here and no one comes here anymore.
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redesign me.
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I lost your grip.
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peeled apart by the owed.
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stick beside me on the road.
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redesign me.
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I Lost my grip.
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peeled apart by the owed.
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stick beside me on the road.
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she winks and glows.
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If I could run from this I swear I would take you with me.
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But this place has got the best of us again.
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and it wont just go away.
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we're driving in with our hearts halfmast and there's nothing left to say.
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redesign me.
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I lost my grip.
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peeled apart by the owed.
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stick beside me on the road.
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redesign me.
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I lost my grip.
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peeled apary by the owed.
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Keep Rolling In...
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Antartica
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| The Bled |
