riptide

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I'm far away from the dock
And there's no one around
As the water tightens its lock
So they don't hear a sound

It pulls me under
With cold hands, it gripped
My breath it plunders
My delicate skin it ripped

So down and down I go
I can't break free
I'm dead, I know
But it won't listen to my plea

So the rest of my breath I release
A clear mind I found
And I make my peace
As I drown

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