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There is no in which to hide
There is no plane to
No hope, tell that's warm enough
No rent to a that's quiet

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

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

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

Whiskey from the Island of
Whiskey from the year you were
Tastes like kidnap and and exile

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

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