The rushing water pulls me down,
Air bubbles escape me without sound.
No matter how I kick and writhe and struggle,
My fingertips turn blue, as do my knuckles.
And as I begin to drown,
Air bubbles escape me, without sound.
Air bubbles escape me without sound.
No matter how I kick and writhe and struggle,
My fingertips turn blue, as do my knuckles.
And as I begin to drown,
Air bubbles escape me, without sound.
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