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Registered User Dublin, Ireland Male - 19 Years Old | Cracking your fingers at the foot of my bed,
Getting ready, in an hour I'll be dead
Well I've got something to say to you,
Are you ready? Here it comes,
These nights are wasted and so are we,
Don't board the ship or you'll be buried at sea
My eyes are getting hazy,
My lungs are swelling up,
It feels like I've been beaten to a pulp
Well I've got something to say to you,
Are you ready? Here it comes,
These nights are wasted and so are we,
Don't board the ship or you'll be buried at sea
Don't board the ship or you'll be buried at sea
Well I've got something to say to you,
Are you ready? Here it comes,
These nights are wasted and so are we,
Don't board the ship or you'll be buried at sea
The ocean's a graveyard | | |
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