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There is no hole in to hide
is no plane to catch
No hope, them that's warm enough
No rent to a that's quiet

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

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

The sea cries of of girls
The sea cries of
The storm, we are the of us
Too to ever love

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

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

Every girl you ever
Every boy you desired
Every love you forgot
Every that you despised is forgiven