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I say! |
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Why do you grip so hard, that way? |
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Of what, is there left to be afraid? |
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Let the waves elope with your empty remains. |
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They erode your foothold, anyway. |
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They mosh, unaware of their own might. |
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Hypnotizing. |
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Shore-ward swallowing. |
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They storm me, ganging up on me! |
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What's become of the home that suppored me? |
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They spit me back after drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers behind them. |
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But you expel the salt, sink down lower than the undertow would being you. |
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You just don't seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you. |
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But then how come my corpse -- it rises up? |
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And it is my soul that has sunk? |
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Hear! |
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That sound rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand. |
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Is it of loss and pain or made to seduce me? |
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Listen! |
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The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears. |
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Life's underrated. |
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Jaded and hatred isolate you so abandon your fears. |
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As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds. |
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Far up, far out... to show you what I'm made of. |
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Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves. |
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The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid. |
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Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your romantic death wish? |
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And does it remain true that angry winds feel like a lover's breath? |
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That's why you grip so hard. |
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No! |
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It's simply condition keeping me locked in! |
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I could escape if I knew how to swim! |
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Look... feel... you're aided. |
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Wind, sun and strangers have come to guide you so the choice is clear. |
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As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds. |
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Far up, far out... to show you what I'm made of. |
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Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves |
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Playfully badgering, casually capturing. |
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To escape the surface chaos is to sink -- not to swim. |
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You say to release the stranglehold keeping me safely beneath. |
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But as the sea foam rises up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, doesn't the choice of future paths become a matter of pride? |
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When I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive. |
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