Tremor Christ - Remastered

Winded is the sailor
 Drifting by the storm
 Wounded is the organ
 He left all bloodied on the shore
 Gorgeous was his saviour, sees her
 Drowning in his wake
 River, taste the salt of her tears but
 Can't blame fate, yeah
 
 Little secrets, tremors
 Turned to quake
 The smallest oceans still get
 Big, big waves
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 Ransom paid the devil
 He whispers pleasing words
 Triumphant are the angels if they can
 Get there first
 Little secrets, tremors
 Turned to quake
 
 The smallest oceans still get
 Big, big waves
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 I'll decide
 Take the dive
 Take my time
 Not my life
 Wait for signs
 Believe in lies
 To get by
 It's divine, whoa
 Oh you know what it's like
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 Turns the bow back, tows and
 Drops the line
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 Puts his faith in love and tremor christ