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

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

You're so far from wanting to
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 ever

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

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

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