Believe this
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As you convalesce:
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I'm seasick.
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I'm bleeding from open sores.
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Four days ago, you said soon
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That we'd hit shore...
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And finally, we've found this land.
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For all the gifts the people give,
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Bloody beaches and severed hands
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Is what we return.
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I'm kind of nauseous.
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Either I don't like this,
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Or I'm still seasick...
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And I find it hard,
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It's so hard, I'm finding out
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You're a liar again...
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No, I never said enough...
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You gave me what was never yours.
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You know what? I don't want it.
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Seasick
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