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How heavy you are my new born child |
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So viciously free |
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So careless and wild |
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With the eyes of a saint and the soul of a thief |
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In a new found land |
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The windows reveal the spinning sea |
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Which ripples and rolls as it runs underneath |
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And I smuggle this sense of sheer disbelief |
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In a new found land |
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Born in the birth of the mild month of May |
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And your gentle repulse I could never betray |
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But for now I am burnt by a lifetime too brief |
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And with this new found land |
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Comes a new found grief |
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But in a new found land |
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You are free |
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You are free |
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You are free |
