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

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

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

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

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

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

Every girl you ever
boy you ever desired
Every you ever forgot
Every person that you is forgiven