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There is no hole in which to
There is no plane to
No hope, tell them warm enough
No rent to a room quiet

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

You're so far from to talk
You're so far from to say something 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 of Sund
from the year you were born
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and

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

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