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That day started differently
The sun was late as hell
I woke up without innocence
That funny feeling we used to have

When the tide is here
I'll wash my hands
But dirty hands it's not what bothers me
It's something deep inside I can't explain
And I need a flood to get rid of this

I murdered myself on that night
Yet I'm still alive
One call, one ride, one empty room
And then just only lies and lies and lies…

When the tide is here
I'll wash my hands
But dirty hands it's not what bothers me
It's something deep inside I can't explain
And I need a flood to get rid of this

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