You drown yourself
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In yourself, to find yourself
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You act like a god behind the face that I give to you
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And your body's made of nets
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That I'm tangled in
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And all I have is
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The emptiness of loving you, oh
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But let's get drunk and forget ourselves
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It's like you said
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Death could be at the door
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Here we are now
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And may God have the time to burn through it all
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And if you touch me
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And I'll touch you too
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You know
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I would
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I would
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And I touch you
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I would, oh
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That's you and I
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After death
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And I took you
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My sweet
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You were 24
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Well I was beat 24
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I came after you, oh
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With my words and my guitar
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With everything that I know
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I acted like a god
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That needs your body
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To sing about beauty
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But let's get drunk and forget ourselves
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It's like you said
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Death could be at the door
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Here we are now
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And may God have the time to burn through it all
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And if you touch me
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Well I'll touch you too
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Oh, you know
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I would,
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I would
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And I touch you
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I would, oh
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Death Could Be At The Door
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Eagle*Seagull |