Looting the destroyed
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Vessels of the sea
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I wondered if the waves
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Had taken all of me
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All of me back
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Down to the black
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Down to the where the worms reign silent and green
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Silent
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We can do some wrecking here
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Til a little color
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Comes into your face
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We can do some wrecking here
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And find something to love
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In this broken place
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This broken place
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And the king is a hand
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And slaps you like a wave
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And shackles you down
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Bound like an anchored chain in the sand
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Sends your ships to the rocks
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Sends the keys to the lock of the chain
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On your heart
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To the mouth of a serpent
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And his scaly glass shards
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He's holding all the cards
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And waiting in the waves
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With the poker face
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And no trail to trace
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No trail to trace
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We can do some wrecking here
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Til a little color comes into your face
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We can do some wrecking here
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And find something to love
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In this broken place
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This broken place
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Wrecking
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Laura Veirs |