"And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean.
Swim out to where you were floatin', in the dark.
And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're
breathin, to lend you some air for that heaving, sunken
chest.
Cause they choose you, as the model, for their empty
little dream. With your new head, and your legs spread,
like a filhy magazine. And they hunt you, and they gut
you, and you give in.
And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain.
They led you to drink from their fountain, spouting lies.
And I'd slay, the horrible beast they commesion, to
strear me away from my mission, to your eyes.
And I stand there, like a soilder, with my foot up on his
chest, with my grin spread,and my arms out, in my blood
stained Sunday's best. And you hold me, I'd remind you,
who you are, under their shell.
I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through
my shoes. These souls are useless without you. ...Through
hell for you, let the torturing inssue. My soul is
useless without you.
And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it, like a harmless
little tree. Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring
you back to me. And I'd hold you, in my weak arms, like a
first born.
I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through
my shoes. These souls are useless without you. ...Through
hell for you, let the torturing inssue, my soul is
useless without you.~~~
Now I've walked through hell for you. What's an
advenvuter to do, but rest his feet at home with you."
~A Walk Through Hell- Say Anything
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