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Sometimes it overcomes me |
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And I just feel so clumsy |
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Drowning in the waves |
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And the currents overriding me |
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And the feeling is so daunting |
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It makes me feel so lonely |
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I try to keep my cool |
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But loose my power like a fool |
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And the color of the water as it flows |
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And the lovely smell of spring as winter goes |
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And these tiny specs of light in the dark night above my head |
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And this pile of dusty leaves as my warm bed |
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Will they forget? |
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Will they forget? |
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Will they forget? |
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Will they forget? |
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ooooooooo |
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Come on I hear them calling |
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The sand is quickly falling |
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The ticking of the clock |
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Is about to stop |
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And in my heart a whisper |
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Tells me not to resist her |
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Tells me to fall in love |
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To lose myself in love |
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And the color of the water as it flows |
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And the lovely smell of spring as winter goes |
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And these tiny specs of light in the dark night above my head |
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And this pile of dusty leaves as my warm bed |
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Will they forget? |
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Will they forget? |
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Will they forget? |
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Will they forget? |
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ooooooooo |
