Clem Snide
Grace
Mary, this ship's getting scaryBut fuck it, it's fateNothing real is that stableSo sleep, sleep like the deadTell the ghosts in your headThat it's time for their breakMary, there's no need to defineDefend or remindMe of what you've been throughSo sleep, sleep like a drunkMy battleship's sunkI'll surrender to youThen all at once, it comes to youThe sorrow turns to graceMary, this ship's getting scaryBut fuck it, it's fateNothing real is that stableSo sleep, sleep like the deadTell the ghosts in your headThat it's time for their breakThen all at once, it comes to youAnd the sorrow turns to grace
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