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She comes to me |
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In her prewashed bright blue jeans |
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Bag sewn tightly |
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Pursed lips are kissing me |
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Back up to college |
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Just a few miles down the road |
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And we remember |
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Something we've never been told |
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Come up on dry land |
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I've had too much to drink |
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I'm tired and need some sleep |
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Come September |
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Cold mornings open up |
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Make incisions |
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And cut egos will erupt |
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What did you find |
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Hidden in your mind's deep recess |
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When the going gets tough |
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You and I must take a rest |
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Come up on dry land |
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Your coming into your own |
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But hey that's not my fault |
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Come up on to this dry land |
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Won't you let me lend a hand |
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Come up on to this dry land |
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And when I surfaced |
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Mountains opened up like fish |
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Breathe through gills now |
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And I'm making one small wish |
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With heaven beside me |
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There is no one can do me harm |
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But the devil inside me |
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At least then I can stay warm |
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Come up on dry land |
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She understood her fate |
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You can't take stands too late |
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Come up on to this dry land |
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Won't you let me lend a hand |
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Come up on to this dry land |
