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Do you remember |
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A long time ago |
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I made a raft out of wood |
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Though the raft was washed upon a shore |
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On an island without no name |
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Everywhere I go |
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Everywhere I hide |
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Makes me feel no better |
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Anything I do |
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And anything I try |
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Makes me feel much worse |
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I started to dig a hole in the sand |
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Longer and deeper than wide |
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And from what was left I created a box |
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That I gently placed in the grave |
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Everywhere I go |
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Everywhere I hide |
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Makes me feel no better |
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Anything I do |
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And anything I try |
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Makes me feel much worse |
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I took a deep breath and sat down on the beach |
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And started to count all the waves |
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'Cause all I could do now was wait for the tide |
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To wash the traces away |
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Everywhere I go |
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Everywhere I hide |
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Makes me feel no better |
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Anything I do |
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And anything I try |
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Makes me feel much worse |
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Everywhere I go |
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Everywhere I hide |
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Makes me feel no better |
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Anything I do |
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And anything I try |
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Makes me feel much worse |
