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shoreline of dusk heaven light, sterling waves in darkened skies Our keel could've kneeled in every past reel, we've got breakwaves through volcanic tide Seams of streams through whirlpool of night, drifting, drifting Ordained ordeal, under current rise, the sea pregnant with devilish sighs And the dreams, always been messing, with the screams of my beloved ones Streams always been turning my way around The dreams always been messing with the screams of my beloved ones Streets always been turning so, say now what you want to see, into dreams that are not seen so Hey mister did you see what I saw? Oarsman called out from a jagged jaw A beacon glimes there again for us all, tells us welcome to the devil's shore sweeping the light as it were, the lighthouse stood screaming Leaning, hovering tall, welcome to the devil's shore And the dreams, always been messing, with the screams of my beloved ones Hey mister did you see what I saw, I called out from a jagged jaw there's a beacon that glimes again for us all, tells us welcome to the devil's shore sweeping the light as it were, the lighthouse stood screaming Leaning, hovering tall, welcome to the devil's ball. And the dreams, always been messing, with the screams of my beloved ones |