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Surrender
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I need to go to Shelbourne
and tie white ribbons around all the trees
my flags of surrender
I have to drink the salt of that ocean
and purify my soul,
find the letters you burned,
lay my lips upon their ashes
You said the Atlantic was frozen,
like your love
And I just want to melt you
But I know I am the one place you
will never go back to
