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Well maybe I willMaybe I won'tWhen I'm done with the thrillWhen I finally come homeBut that's a long way home that isWhen I finally come away from all the sinking shipsI'm tired of tryingIt could take a long timeTo forget that color of the waterOnly the deepest bluesCan get me back to the crux of the matterShe's a replicaAn imitation ofMy conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of blissShe's a replicaAnother image ofNo patron saints not one no one to trust outside of thisWell maybe I willMaybe I won'tIf I'm losing my stepWill you carry me homeBut that's a long way home that isCan I finally walk away from all the sinking shipsLetras de cancionesOh baby I'm tryingIt could take a long timeTo forget that color of the waterOnly the deepest bluesCan get me back to the crux of the matterShe's a replicaAn imitation ofMy conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of blissShe's a replicaAnother image ofNo patron saints not one no one to trust outside of thisBut its got bloodNot your bloodIts that blood on your handsWell your friendsAre your friendsOr your biggest fansSo pin that letterPin that letterPin that letter to your chestI confessI confessI confessBring it back and cut it loosePut it on like all the restYou tell them liesI'll tell them truthsI confessI confessShe's a replicaAn imitation ofMy conscience and she knows I'm stepping inside of blissShe's a replicaAnother image ofNo patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this No patron saints not one no one to trust outside of this From Letras Mania