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» now we're torn,
torn, torn apart;
there's nothing
we can do.
Just let me go,
we'll meet again soon «

» now wait, wait
wait for me—
please hang around.
I'll see you
when I fall asleep «

» don't listen to
a word I say.
The screams all
sound the same.

And though the truth
may vary, this ship
will carry our
bodies safe to shore «

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