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And the day was dangerous to everyone |
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Well they're not surprised |
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It's just begun |
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And the way that flat-top bitch was having fun |
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These were aching waves |
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Your covered one |
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We are always over-anxious |
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There to thank us |
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Far over me now |
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We are arrows to the action |
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Never happens the way I think it should |
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And the sun was burning blisters in my back |
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Their permanence we couldn't ask |
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It was done floating weightless on attack |
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I was sinking slow could not relax |
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We are always over-anxious |
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There to thank us |
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Far over me now |
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We are arrows to the action |
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Never happens the way I think it should |
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Through the brush and pine trees |
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And the rushing hands freeze |
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When I realized they're mine |
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And the water tears us |
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From the sunlit terrace |
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We're descending by design |
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I'm amazed how perfectly we match decay |
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We're getting lost we're not the way |
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And the day was dangerous to everyone |
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We were not surprised |
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It had just begun |
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We are always over-anxious |
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There to thank us |
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Far over me now |
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We are arrows to the action |
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Never happens the way I think it should |
