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You've got memories, I've got ghosts And I can't forget, hard as I try I could map all the words you ever spoke Like constellations in the sky Second to the righteous and straight on 'til mourning Like men lost at sea while soul searching The repeated prayers were wasted breath Used to **** time while we waited for death The salts in the air and the ocean breeze Burn the cracks in our skin and make it hard to breathe While the remarks and past that cast our sail Are lost from our lungs with each exhale Hope and courage course through our veins Trust and faith is all that remains With defeat and pride guiding the waves We set a course for better days Onward to mystery To make our mark in history When clarity becomes a cloud everything starts to let you down I am the Flying Dutchman searching for better ways I  am an undead crew longing for better days If you see me on the horizons just let me be I'm trying to find value in a calm at sea
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
The Flying Dutchman
You've got memories, I've got ghosts And I can't forget, hard as I try I could map all the words you ever spoke Like constellations in the sky Second to the righteous and straight on 'til mourning Like men lost at sea while soul searching The repeated prayers were wasted breath Used to **** time while we waited for death The salts in the air and the ocean breeze Burn the cracks in our skin and make it hard to breathe While the remarks and past that cast our sail Are lost from our lungs with each exhale Hope and courage course through our veins Trust and faith is all that remains With defeat and pride guiding the waves We set a course for better days Onward to mystery To make our mark in history When clarity becomes a cloud everything starts to let you down I am the Flying Dutchman searching for better ways I  am an undead crew longing for better days If you see me on the horizons just let me be I'm trying to find value in a calm at sea
I'll probably come back and touch this one up a bit; but it's one of those pieces that all came at once an I like to let those sit a while.
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
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