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This is where the water becomes shallow |
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And nothing here is quite as deep |
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As you hoped it would be |
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You wish the lines were drawn a little clearer |
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The tides have turned |
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This drought will burn |
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And everything is falling out of place |
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And drying in the sun |
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Shriveling and shrinking |
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The hides are turning brown |
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Wrinkling and stinging |
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As you bury yourself |
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Deep in the dust |
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Of the sandiest grave you can find |
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It's a new desert life |
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To be reborn again |
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Out of glass and of sand |
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And you're glimmering and you are clear |
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This is where |
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The water is shallow and nothing is as deep |
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As you hoped it would be |
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And this drought will burn |
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And everything's falling, everything's falling |
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And everything's falling |
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Out of place . . . |
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And you're glimmering and you are clear. |