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My arms are the waves. |
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Let them carry you. |
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Over wreck and reef, |
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tentacles and teeth. |
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When sedatives are hard to find |
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I'll give you one of mine. |
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I'll change your story line. |
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I'll take you back again |
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on the road to San Sebastian. |
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The 'Furs are on the radio. |
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I guess that shows how long ago |
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I wished you were mine. |
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Then you'd never cry |
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'We're better off dead'. |
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The best and the worst times are only in your head. |
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Your voice is music I'll persue |
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down the throat of the well. |
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I'll float where others fell. |
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In the dark you can't view |
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what's right in front of you. |
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The moonlight hits your skin |
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and the constellations spin. |
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Coming down, you're just coming down |
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Gravity kills, endorphines drown. |
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Do you wish that you'd never left the ground? |
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Then you'd never have said |
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'We're better off dead.' |
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The best and the worst times are only in your head. |
