When did we become these sinking stones?
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When did we build this broken home?
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Holding each other like ransom notes
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Dropping our hearts to grip our brother's throat
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I'm on the bottom of the ocean floor
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Eye for eye, drowning just to keep the score
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Blaming the world outside ourselves
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Surrounded by mirrors in a sinking shell
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Ocean Floor
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| Nothing More |
