| This tide rises, won’t you dive down
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| With me tonight
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| Increase the pressure
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| Drag me down the ocean floor
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| I’ll brave the storm, let us turn the tides
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| I’ll wash the salt
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| Out of these wounded eyes
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| From blood and salt, we forge our lives
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| I’ll write down these words, one last time
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| From blood and salt, we forge our lives
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| I’ll write down these words, one last time
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| By your spite
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| Contending to the best of my abilities
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| Deprived of any sympathy, abusing my humility
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| You two faced piece of filth
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| You can’t live up to me
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| I got this shit on lockdown
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| Yeah, this is certain victory
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| I stand tall you will suffer
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| Let the comedown unfold
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| I stand tall you will suffer
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| Let my vengeance be cold
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| From blood and salt, we forge our lives
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| I’ll write down these words, one last time
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| From blood and salt, we forge our lives
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| I’ll write down these words, one last time
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| This tide rises, won’t you dive down
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| With me tonight
|
| Increase the pressure
|
| Drag me down the ocean floor
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| Oh, won’t you dive down with me
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| One last time
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| From blood and salt, we forge our lives
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| I’ll write down these words, one last time
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| From blood and salt, we forge our lives
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| I’ll write down these words, one last time |