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Black Water Rushe cast aside for crimes that were pure only to find we're empty handedOnce more and I, I'll be a believer of the truth in wine You can't tell me anymore these understatements will surround me with ivory and ore I'm fixed ready to stand surrounded Breath in these flames We'll rise from the ground and stand and Once more my crimes were pure We all end up empty handed Once more, and I'll be a believer still empty handed Move on Ridiculed for always asking why Move on Ridiculed for always asking why We appose every night Can we ingest the night Hang it on our hopes Why hang it on everything Why waste it on anything Why hang it on everything Just watch we're both becoming empty handed |