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There is no in which to hide
is no plane to catch
No hope, tell them that's warm
No to a room that's quiet

A friend, I've known through six
Cools to where I hide
A friend, I've known dreams and prayers
She back to my side

so far from wanting to talk
You're so far from to say something good
something good

The sea cries of loves of
The sea of boys
The storm, we are the of us
Too close to ever

Whiskey from the of Sund
Whiskey the year you were born
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and

Somebody me what hell was like
Somebody asked me for
Somebody asked me hell was like
and happening, parting of souls

Every you ever admired
boy you ever desired
Every you ever forgot
Every that you despised is forgiven