hang on,
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'til your dying day.
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swinging in the breeze.
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whistle while you freeze
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and pray for
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something you believe.
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sing it out to sea.
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sing it out to me
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while in the warmth of a tomb
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i was thinking to presume
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you had the gall.
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something kept me waiting
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for your call
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to get through.
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i was sinking in my room.
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hang on,
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waiting for the way.
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take it while you can.
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satisfy demands
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and pray for
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liar's blood to be.
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carried out to sea.
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buried out to sea
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while in the warmth of a tomb
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i was thinking to presume
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you had the gall.
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something left me waiting
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for the fall to assume
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there was nothing left in bloom.
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The Warmth Of A Tomb
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