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No Shores
I'm a shipwreck
A disobedient son of the morn
I'm a teardown drapery
A rebel with or without a cause
When the night call for me
I become alive
When the day puts me to toil
I sleep otherwise
As the wound vanishes from my arm
My heart yearns...
A disobedient son of the morn
I'm a teardown drapery
A rebel with or without a cause
When the night call for me
I become alive
When the day puts me to toil
I sleep otherwise
As the wound vanishes from my arm
My heart yearns...
