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

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

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

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

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

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

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