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Drifiting further out to sea, |
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The strength will soon be leaving me. |
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Our ships have sunk or run aground, |
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And only sharks now swim around. |
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Smashed and battered by the waves, |
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Support their hope of being saved. |
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And every passing ship to chance, |
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Salvation in a passing glance. |
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I may need dreams from time to time, |
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But dreams aren't keeping me alive. |
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My dreams have torn my life in two-- |
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Now I just need a rock to cling to. |
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I'm often closer than |
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I think,Yet my grip is far too weak. |
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I grab a box and swim away, |
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Time and time and time again. |
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But not for me this time |
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I guessAnd then the next and then the next. |
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Is my fear of crashing waves |
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Greater than my fear of being saved? |
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I may need dreams from time to time, |
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But dreams aren't keeping me alive. |
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My dreams have torn my life in two-- |
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Now I just need a rock to cling to. |