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Sunrise over troubled waters.
Over troubled fathers of the son of sun and sand.
Steady now, you're the loosest cannon.
Not yet a man, but we're not children; we're not kids anymore

And we ride,
We ride,
We ride down these living seas.
Down these living seas.

Winter comes, and the deepest freeze
Will turn clever theives to steal the breath from angry seas.
Hold me down where blood meets water;
Where time is black and white bright blue until you breathe.

And we ride,
We ride,
We ride down these living seas.
Down these living seas.
I'm these living seas.

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