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Across the ocean, under the sand |
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That got in your wounds |
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Across the ocean, under the land |
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That you now consume |
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There sleeps a demon |
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It wakes at night by the light of the moon |
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And it's watchin' while you sleep |
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While you sit and dream |
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At all the people laughing, pickin' up the shells |
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Too concerned with suntans, nobody can tell |
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They end up empty, wanting, wondering |
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Hollow like the shells |
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On seashores from sailors and tales they'll never |
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Tell to their maidens and babies |
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Tales that they'll never tell |
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Across the ocean, under the water |
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That got in your lungs |
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There sleeps a demon |
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It knows exactly what you will become |
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And it's watchin' while you sleep |
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While you sit and dream |
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At all the people laughing, pickin' up the shells |
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Too concerned with suntans, nobody can tell |
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They end up empty, wanting, wondering |
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Hollow like the shells |
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On seashores from sailors and tales they'll never |
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Tell to their maidens and babies |
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Tales that they'll never tell |
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While you're dreaming, past the sleep |
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Leave behind the things you keep |
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While you're dreaming, past the sleep |
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Leave behind the things you keep |
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They end up empty, wanting, wondering |
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Hollow like the shells |
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On seashores from sailors and tales they'll never |
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Tell to their maidens and babies |
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Tales that they'll never tell |
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They'll never tell to thier maidens and babies |
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Tales that they'll never tell |
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They end up empty, wanting, wondering |
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Hollow like the shells |
