Let me off of this boat
I'm sick of this ride
The world is heading ever southward
And I can't stay in here
And you're lying awake
Away on your side
The feeling comes in waves and burns us
And I don't wanna die
From the slippery hands
To the line of your throat
The fever now consumes us both
In a fire now we will go
Santa Maria
Why did you have to go?
Santa Maria
One day we will know
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