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Sirens & Wine.

Dead sentences roll in their grave,
the first woman to walk in my life.
Red relished in her hair,
The very figment of my wife.

Where do you go when you hide?
How does it feel when you wanna die?
I'll see you across the bridge, tonight.

Drown me out, I'll still find my way.
Hold my hand,
please don't let the tide take me away.
Run away- live another day.
Swim away- maybe we can live another way.

You're the siren calling me to the rocks.
I'm looking from far away,
I'm the man on the docks.

Where do you go when you hide?
How does it feel when you wanna die?
I'll see you across the bridge, tonight.

Drown me out, I'll still find my way.
Hold my hand,
please don't let the tide take me away.
Run away- live another day.
Swim away- maybe we can live another way.

Pull me under, I'll still treat you well.
And we're older, we'll have a story to tell...
Written by SaintHate
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