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

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

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

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

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

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

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