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A swarm of angry gulls is whirling overhead. Our breaths both reek of *** And there's a fire on the deck. Baby, grab what you can while the grabbing's good. We misread all the maps and we misunderstood the pulling of the currents in our poison blood.                     So we'll split up                 the spoils in the hold.      Yeah, then we'll send this ****** below. I'm laughing in the rain, drinking in the Crow's Nest. You're inhaling all the smoke from the flames down on the deck. You're crying in the wind. I'm leaping in the drink. You're tangled in the rigging ain't ya, babe? This ship's begun to sink. You're always ****** I'm sick             of your **** So let's raid this leaky schooner, then we'll scuttle it. Baby, grab what you can while the grabbing's up. We ****** up reading stars and the compass now. Avowed we'd only drift until the tide went out. But we're lost and favored winds ain't enough. Buddy, grab what you can while the grabbing's good. We misread all the maps and we misunderstood the torrents and the waves in our raging blood.                     So let's split up           all the plunder in the hold.      And then we'll send this ****** below.
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Martyr on the High Seas!
A swarm of angry gulls is whirling overhead. Our breaths both reek of *** And there's a fire on the deck. Baby, grab what you can while the grabbing's good. We misread all the maps and we misunderstood the pulling of the currents in our poison blood.                     So we'll split up                 the spoils in the hold.      Yeah, then we'll send this ****** below. I'm laughing in the rain, drinking in the Crow's Nest. You're inhaling all the smoke from the flames down on the deck. You're crying in the wind. I'm leaping in the drink. You're tangled in the rigging ain't ya, babe? This ship's begun to sink. You're always ****** I'm sick             of your **** So let's raid this leaky schooner, then we'll scuttle it. Baby, grab what you can while the grabbing's up. We ****** up reading stars and the compass now. Avowed we'd only drift until the tide went out. But we're lost and favored winds ain't enough. Buddy, grab what you can while the grabbing's good. We misread all the maps and we misunderstood the torrents and the waves in our raging blood.                     So let's split up           all the plunder in the hold.      And then we'll send this ****** below.
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
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