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There are pools across the tidal plain |
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That look like white sheets draped across |
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The vacuum beyond our conversation |
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The thread of our lives unraveling |
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Always turning away |
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Away |
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Away |
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The tide makes all our decisions for us |
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It breathes just like a pearl accordion |
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The water softly inches for your eyes |
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Kisses the soft skin under your disguise |
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Always turning away |
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Away |
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Away |
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Always facing away |
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Away |
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Away |
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Under the sun we flood across the shallows |
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And lay on our backs |
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Gleaming like liquid pearls |
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The wind and the light |
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Give us up a show of hands |
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Gives us to any justice that'll have us |
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Always turning away |
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Away |
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Away |
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Always facing away |
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Away |
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Away |
