I seem to have severed everything
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From ties to knots I've bound
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But no matter how articulated
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Words could not have reached salvation
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Cast me to this lonely island
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Where I will forever live crestfallen
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These heels, so used to sandy beaches are now
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Ready for solid ground and rain clouds
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These palm trees were never inviting
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My pocket watch stopped and I am dying
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For stars that line your coast
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You are my torture
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These leaves can't help but hear these things.
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It turns fruit rotting
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This tide brings salt-soaked memories
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When freshwater life is all I need
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All is never fair in love and war
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These are the things that kings die for
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These heels, so used to sandy beaches are now
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Ready for solid ground and rain clouds
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These palm trees were never inviting
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My pocket watch stopped and I am dying
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For stars that line your coast
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You are my torture, are my torture
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I'll be floating out at sea
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Waiting for periscopes to spot my worn body
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I'll be floating out at sea
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Belly up, all I see are birds flying free
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I'll be floating out at sea
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Waiting for periscopes to spot my worn body
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I'll be floating out at sea
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Belly up, all I see are birds
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No Ace, Just You
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Forgive Durden |