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I pulled [?]
On choppy seas as the waves crashed down
Spilling over the sea
Like holy water
A chance to purify
To wash away the fight
To reconcile with everyone you knew
Your life
Your daughters
Your son
As you sink into the deep
And when the water fills your lungs
Let it take [?]
Let it sink into a better life
Free from all your woes
Free from all your failures
As you hear the horns
Oh, my son
Be reconciled
Oh, my son
Be reconciled
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