Our grave danger built of lights and motors strikes the locals hypnotic
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as we swept the sick off of our infested ship in a dazzling display of logic.
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We drink the water we sail on.
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So drink it up sailor, sail on.
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We are all wrong.
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Bullet trains are bringing home the soldiers to find their families trampled
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with the weight of the fiber optics placed inside the soil samples.
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Surveillance for the chapel door.
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Oh lord, keep safe our imperfect form.
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There is no port from the storm.
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No shelter from the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
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There is no port from the storm.
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No shelter from the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
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We are all wrong.
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I've seen so little light in the grip of constant night.
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Track my life by satellite
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cause lord I'm lost
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Our seasons at an end.
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We'll burn every single bridge to keep this ship sailing on.
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There is no port from the storm.
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No shelter from the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
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There is no port from the storm.
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No shelter from the wrong that I've brought along and I've caused it all.
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Third Atlantic
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| Crime In Stereo |
