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you're such a perfect swimmer |
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like a mantaray |
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flying over the rocks |
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and the spray |
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strikes me how you still shimmer |
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in your own weary way |
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sliding under the waves |
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twisting on rays of the sun |
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it's your sun |
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it's your waves |
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it's your water |
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you're such a hazardous driver |
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like a firefly |
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getting lost in the woods |
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rushing past me in a wild swirl |
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like a tumbleweed |
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oh and it makes me unsure |
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If ever you were in the room |
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now it's my moon |
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it's my still |
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it's my paper stacks |
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kick off your camouflage |
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just one small glimpse of where you are |
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show me you're not an apparition girl |
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now I'm up on the hillside |
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in the shade of the vine |
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where all the lost come to hide |
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with sore bended spines |
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excavating for conclusions |
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in an arid ground |
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under the stones and the roots |
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nothing is there to be found |
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now it's your sun |
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it's my moon |
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and it's our earthquake |
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kick off your camouflage |
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just one small glimpse of where you are |
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show me I'm not an apparition girl |