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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 that's quiet

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

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

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

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

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

Every girl you admired
Every boy you desired
Every love you forgot
person that you despised is forgiven