
Letra de Exile
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14 feet below where you stand.
I've sunk.
Beneath what sent me here.
I've sunk.
Beneath what sent me here.
The coarse drowns march on.
Exile.
Self imposed.
From a world of grey and cold.
In exile.
There's no choice in circumstance.
I'll go below to have my chance
Exile.
Self imposed.
From a world of grey and cold.
In exile.
There's no choice in circumstance.
I'll go below to have my chance
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