Fight combat so you've got to go, go, gone
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This surge has taken destined to bestow
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Get over here
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Cold morning wrapped in shivering silence
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I hear the fountains pour and I'm reassured
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Alive
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Before I forget to remember
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Final round, saltwater swallow choke my lung
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Cough out blue tears in the company of none
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All drunken eyes
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Raining just like the day I heard of
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Your devastating acceleration
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Rain kept hitting ground, I drown
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My head is in the clouds
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And I am soaked right through
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Gotta dry these dripping clothes
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Or else every hand I shake
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Could catch these dripping blues
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Gotta dry these dripping clothes
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Or else every hand I shake
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Could catch these dripping blues
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Gotta dry these dripping clothes
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I've gotta get out of these dripping clothes
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We're staring into
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A void that seems to be, everywhere between
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The skyline down to the sea
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Shine your distant rest - anaethetised
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Finish him
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Sun's gone to plan for a better day
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Sun's gone to plan for
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Fatality, flawless victory
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Mortal Kombat
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| Hondo Maclean |
