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

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

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

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

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

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

Every girl you ever
Every boy you ever
love you ever forgot
Every person that you despised is