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Unsinkable ships.
The water came in I said to hell with it.
If we're gonna make it out
We're not gonna advertise it.
We'll walk with our eyes closed.
What's ahead I'd rather never know
If we're gonna make it out.
We're all thrown out pennies in a wishing well.
So I took a trip
Up the mountain that would never end.
I felt a flood inside of me.
When I pulled up onto Inca Street.
He taught me love and facts.
That we're not sinking we're just tunneling down
To a place that's out of reach
From all the sickness that covers everything.
I gave up on giving up on me.
(I gave up on giving up.)
I gave up on giving up on me.
(I gave up on giving up.)
I gave up on giving up on me.
(I gave up on giving up.)
I gave up on giving up on me.
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