| From the depths I called you, Ma
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| For your breath and breast so warm and fabled
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| Your hands reached inside
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| Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled
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| Hailed for your mercy
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| An ear that cares
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| How the blues sound from up there?
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| With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your feet
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| Carry me through these shark infested waters
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| Well you spared me from slaughter for sure
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| But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr
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| Oh kindness shared
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| Undeserved purest gift, this life you’ve spared
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| How the blues sound from up there?
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| Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue
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| Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication
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| Echo into the void
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| Been received by no one
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| Oh, my sweet dear
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| Cold, alone, poisoning ourselves
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| Engulfed in our own tears
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| Signed, blues from down here
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| Signed, blues from down here
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| Signed, blues from down here
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| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away our-
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| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away our-
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| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away our-
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| Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away our-
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| Time for your favorite story
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| Of how to achieve golden glory
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| Wash yourself all squeaky clean
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| All in white, all hallow’s eve
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| Lessen your desire
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| Hold your breath so patiently
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| Never inquire how to be free
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| Just stay on your knees
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| You might doubt it
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| Think there’s nothing left for
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| To do but stomp my feet
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| And shout about it
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| From the depths I called you
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| Now I’m waiting for an answer patiently
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| Stuck here at the bottom of this well
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| It’s not the last you’ve heard from me |