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There is nothing in me that you can't take away.
I'm as dead as the water in a dried up lake.

And too many kids in here have hat tops and hammers as well.
The cellar doors blown to bits, I keep my cool knowing it well.

Knowing it well

Inside the sea we go, a million things I wish I said have been and gone,
They're lost.
We paint our world apart, we're closing up. We think we've got it all worked,
But we don't.

And too many kids in here have hat tops and hammers as well.
The cellar doors blown to bits, I keep my cool knowing it well.

Knowing it well.

We belong in the sea.
With you.

And every thing's changing, I can't believe I'm losing myself.
The world we rent falls to bits, the sea shows up to prove we're in hell.

And every thing's changing, I can't believe I'm losing myself.
The world we rent falls to bits, the sea shows up to prove we're in hell.

To prove we're in hell.

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