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Winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm... |
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Wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore... |
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Gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake... |
| [01:04.00] |
Daily taste the salt of her tears, but...a chance blamed fate... |
| [01:17.00] |
Little secrets, tremors...turned to quake... |
| [01:29.00] |
The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves... |
| [02:06.00] |
Ransom paid the Devil...He whispers pleasing words... |
| [02:18.00] |
Triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first... |
| [02:30.00] |
Little secrets tremors...turned to quake... |
| [02:42.00] |
The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves... |
| [03:04.00] |
I'll decide...take the dive... |
| [03:10.00] |
Take my time...not my life... |
| [03:16.00] |
Wait for signs...believe in lies... |
| [03:22.00] |
To get by...it's divine...whoa... |
| [03:33.00] |
Oh, you know what it's like... |
| [03:43.00] |
Turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line... |
| [03:55.00] |
Puts his faith in love and Tremor Christ... |
