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Supermoon (The Sounding Line)

Wooden Wand

Well, I fell out with you around the time of the Supermoon
In a whirlpool of lies and some high greedy tides
That swallowed what remained of your pride
Capsized sillouhette againts a sunset copper red
Well, no one's gonna climb, no one's gonna climb
No one's gonna climb this sounding line

By the mark twain at two fathoms
By the deep six at six fathoms
I am slowly sinking down
I am slowly sinking down

I was always holding my breath as if there wouldn't be any left
After you took to mine, siphoned my blood and my time
I don't believe I will climb this sounding line

By the mark twain at two fathoms,
By the deep six at six fathoms
My heart and I decide to drown
My heart and I decide to drown

By the mark twain at two fathoms
By the deep six at six fathoms
I am slowly sinking down
I am slowly sinking down

You were to me a ringing fever in my head
An old letter tucked inside a book I've never want to stay
300 miles or 100 leaugue away

I'm not leaving any clues when I leave this afternoon
No one will ever find
No one will ever find
No one will ever find my sounding line
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