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If you were a sailor, then I am the sea, in the middle of a thunderstorm.
Riding the waves, you crash in to me, if only you had been warned.
But the tide was too strong, and the storm lasts too long, for you to sail safely away.
You said you were drowning, in a sea that surrounds you, the illusion that eveything's okay.
And oh, can you promise me that I can be forgiven.
And don't turn your back on me.
My heart has its limits.
Please have sympathy.
I'm down on my knees, for I am a tortured soul.
Now, if you were a driver, then I am the night bringing you closer to sleep.
But keep those eyes open cuz I know you've been hoping for the sun to come and save you from me.
I start to fade as you drift away, bringing you closer to a dream.
A dream that's been dying, ever since you were mine, that the nighttime will never change.
And oh, can you promise me that I can be forgiven.
And don't turn your back on me.
My heart has its limits.
Please have sympathy.
I'm down on my knees, for I am a tortured soul.
Tortured soul.
Yea, tortured soul.
Tortured soul.