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I tasted the sea in the night air |
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It seemed to be calling out to me |
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Her mistress was there, clinging to my hair |
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Singing passionately |
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I can see you there on the shoreline |
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You changed the color of each eye |
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And if that whale had left my belongings |
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I would have asked you then to be my wife |
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Magnolia |
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I'll be coming home |
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I'll be coming home |
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Real soon |
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I dreamt of your body late last night |
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Electricity poured from my throat |
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Please baby, come down to the shoreline |
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Hear the last song that I ever wrote |
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My dear, you swore you'd make it home by morning |
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Now every day I sit and stare at the sea |
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And every wave to crash without warning signs |
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How you chose the ocean floor over me |
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Magnolia |
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I'll be coming home |
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I'll be coming home |
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Real soon |
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Well, all the sailors have told me |
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You ain't coming home |
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It's been six months |
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I feel so alone |
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Well, I've been trying so hard |
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I just can't get home |
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It's been too long |
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I guess I give up |
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Magnolia |
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I'll be coming home |
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I'll be coming home |
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Real soon |
