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When the hills let go

Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover

On a ship filled with ghosts

It’s something to behold

When the paper thin girls

With twisting little braids in their hair

They take off their coats and throw

Pebbles and stones from the side of the boat

Crying out

The stones they float, the stones they float

Oh my God, the stones they float, the stones they float

Down the burning ropes

Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies

You make your bed under the moonlight

I think it’s time we said goodbye

Cause nothing moves in the warm air

And words that once would cut like a knife

They just hang in the cloud and you’re

Pushed by the lord

But you’re pulled by the crowds and

You’re overboard, you’re overboard

Oh my God, she’s overboard

My love she’s overboard

She’s overboard

My love she’s overboard

There’s not a shell unbroken

In the valley where my heartache and the timbers lay

It’s not the time to be hanging around here

You know what some might say

That people get too reckless

That even with the simplest of crimes

They leave, blood behind

As I clean the knife for the very last time

I think she knows, I think she knows

Oh my God, I think she knows

I think she knows

Ooohhhhh…

Ooohhhhh…

Ooohhhhh…

Ooohoooo oooohhhh…

Ooohhhhh…

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