| Surely death has found me
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| It has kept a hold of me all this far
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| My actions will reveal
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| Only time will tell
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| These passions start to slip away
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| Memories flash like seconds in a day
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| I see the world from the outside
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| I see the world from the outside
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| There is something to say about being desperate
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| Down and low
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| Giving a chance to see what it all can mean
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| There is something to say about being desperate
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| Down and low
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| Upon my arrival, I either learn to swim or drown
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| As I struggle for air, I see only water
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| And I reach for anything as I cry for help
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| I feel my body growing weak
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| Slipping away, it occurs to me that my cries are worthless
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| Acknowledging death
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| I no longer mourn my own loss
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| And I begin to sing praises to the one that has me here
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| As I sink to my salty grave, I drown
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| No hand to reach for, no ear to listen
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| Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
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| Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
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| Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
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| Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
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| In your ear
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| I sink to my salty grave, I drown
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| There is no hand to pull me back
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| I sink to my salty grave, I drown
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| There is no hand to pull me back
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| Up to the light, I will sing praises
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| Surely we will all die
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| Up to the light, I will sing praises
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| Because surely we will all die |