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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 room that's

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

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

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

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

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

Every you ever admired
boy you ever desired
Every love you ever
person that you despised is forgiven