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The ocean wants me |
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Never had to look under water |
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Has it been ruled |
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The never ending current pulls me through |
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Waiting, waiting |
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How it has been flowing since I was a boy |
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Swimming, lightning |
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Coming home, I am going home. |
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Wash it all away, end up strong |
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These eyes have grown, these eyes have shown |
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Watching the horizon, hoping for |
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The cliffs to rise above the shore. |
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The tide rises far above |
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The sky fades into the sea |
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The awareness slowly ebbs away |
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As light surely will find me. |
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As calm as inside a womb |
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As the skies are filled |
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With shades of gloom |
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The watchers of time have foretold |
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That this life will find its way back home. |
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Even a man who fights the cold |
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fears the depths of his own soul |
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Under the stars that share his light |
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Sinking slow and reaching home. |
