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There is no hole in which to
is no plane to catch
No hope, tell that's warm enough
No to a room that's quiet

A friend, known through six degrees
Cools down to I hide
A friend, known through dreams and prayers
She comes to my side

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

The sea cries of loves of
The sea cries of
The storm, we are the of us
Too close to ever

Whiskey from the Island of
Whiskey from the year you born
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and

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

Every girl you admired
Every boy you ever
Every love you forgot
Every person that you despised is