The Tides

Setting sail from a crushed rooftop
 Fathoms deep, shallow as a raindrop
 Attempt to feel 20/20 now
 React like gasoline cornered by a house fire
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 Beneath the tides of the washout
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 Beneath the tides of the washout
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 Cut from the filthy cloth
 A sucking wound left in our chests
 Being burned around the heart
 The boil under your flesh
 Hidden at home
 Chasing a tucked tail now
 Acting on the instinct
 Of self haphazard yet
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 Beneath the tides of the washout
 Beneath the tides of the washout
 Beneath the tides of the washout
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 The saving down, the saving down, the saving down
 In milligrams with a gun in your hand
 Directionless, directionless
 Memories of combat on your head
 Rain can't soak what is not there
 Rain can't soak what is not there
 Rain can't soak what is not there
 Rain can't soak what is not there
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 The first thrill demands another
 Consequence, the trigger of the operative
 Playing Russian roulette with a full chamber
 Miserable outcome, one and the same want to know
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 You can't come clean
 (Beneath the tides of the washout)
 You can't come clean
 (Beneath the tides of the washout)
 You can't come clean
 (Beneath the tides of the washout)
 In the washout
 Beneath the tides of the washout
 In the washout
 Beneath the tides of the washout
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 You couldn't ever come clean
 Beneath the tides of the washout, washout