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Driftwood |
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Everything is open |
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Nothing is set in stone |
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Rivers turn to Ocean |
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Oceans tide you home |
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Home is where your heart is |
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But your heart had to roam |
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Drifting over bridges |
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Never to return |
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Watching bridges burn |
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You''re driftwood floating underwater |
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Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces |
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Just driftwood hollow and of no use |
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waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you |
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Nobody is an island |
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Everyone has to go |
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Pillars turn to butter |
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Butterflying low |
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Low is where your heart is |
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But your heart has to grow |
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Drifting under bridges |
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Never with the flow |
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And you really didn''t think it would happen |
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But it really is the end of the line |
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So I''m sorry that you turned to driftwood |
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But you''ve been drifting for a long, long time |
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Everywhere there''s trouble |
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Nowhere''s safe to go |
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Pushes turn to shovel''s |
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Shovelling the snow |
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Frozen you have chosen |
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The path you wish to go |
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Drifting now forever |
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And forever more |
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Until you reach your shore |
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You''re driftwood floating underwater |
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Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces |
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Just driftwood hollow and of no use |
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Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you |
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And you really didn''t think it would happen |
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But it really is the end of the line |
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So I''m sorry that you turned to driftwood |
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But you''ve been drifting for a long, long time |
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You''ve been drifting for a long, long time |
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You''ve been drifting for a long, long |
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Drifting for a long, long time |
