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Intro
Well maybe I will
Maybe I won`t
When I`m done with the thrill
When I finally come home
But that`s a long way home that is
When I finally come away from all the sinking ships
I´m tired of trying
It could take a long time
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She`s a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I`m stepping inside of bliss
She`s a replica
An imitation of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
Well maybe I will
Maybe I won`t
If I`m losing my step
Will you carry me home
But that`s a long way home that is
Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships
Oh baby I`m trying
It could take a long time (It could take a long time)
To forget that color of the water
Only the deepest blues
Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She`s a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I´m stepping inside of bliss
She`s a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this
It's got blood
Not your blood
It`s that blood on your hands
Well your friends
Are your friends
Or your biggest fans
So pin that letter
Pin that letter
Pin that letter to your chest
I confess
I confess
I confess
Bring it back and cut it loose
Put it on like all the rest
You tell them lies
I`ll tell them truths
I confess
I confess
She`s a replica
An imitation of
My conscience and she knows I´m stepping inside of bliss
She`s a replica
Another image of
No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this