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The cross hair in my eye is a vessel to god
The container that kept you around is in a hole in the yard

Sail the cemetery seas, half the crew leaves then

a vessel for my cigarette butts
On every corner there's a bottleshop
Taught that half cocked isn't medium rare
cnd hand shakes can't change my gears
Was this

Room service deliver
What I sent for
Lost in the cell
With my ship going down
Put that message in a bottle
Hope it reach you
Long days
Hard times they