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Louie, all of the angels are facing outward |
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Down here all of the stars look the same |
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Lately I'm in the glare of a thousand glances |
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Tell me, why are they staring so strange |
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At a freediver |
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Louie, you in the sunlight, you breathe so freely |
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Upright, driest of winds in your hair |
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Loosely holding the line that becomes an anchor |
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Let me look for your hand in the air |
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I'm a freediver |
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Louie, all of the oceans are here inside me |
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Lately even each stone has a name |
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Search me, I don't know if I am air or water |
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Truly I think they're one and the same |
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To a freediver |
