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[00:28.63]Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm,
[00:41.76]Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore.
[00:53.87]Gorgeous was his savior, sees her, drowning in his wake.
[01:07.14]Daily taste the salt of her tears, but a chance blamed fate.
[01:18.90]Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake...
[01:31.20]The smallest oceans still get big, big waves...
[02:09.26]Ransom paid the devil... he whispers pleasing words.
[02:21.63]Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first.
[02:34.64]Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake...
[02:47.12]The smallest oceans still get big, big waves...
[03:09.98]I'll decide... take the dive...
[03:15.92]Take my time... not my life...
[03:22.31]Wait for signs... believe in lies...
[03:28.64]To get by... it's divine, whoa...
[03:40.02]Oh, you know what it's like.
[03:50.36]Turns the bow back, tows, and drops the line,
[04:03.02]Puts his faith in love and tremor Christ.