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

A friend, known through six degrees
down 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 wanting to say something
Feel good

The sea cries of of girls
The sea cries of
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

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

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