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My legs are all buried in salt, the way. |
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As my lips move out all of my words, the way. |
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But this can't be all that we have to wait. |
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But this can't be all that we have to wait. |
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Pressing and pulling these pains, the way. |
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They listen and listen for all the way. |
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But this can't be all that we have to wait. |
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But this can't be all that we have to wait. |
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Do you hear the wind, child? |
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Calling out the salt plains. |
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Listen to the wind, child, |
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It's calling, calling out your name. |
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I was born of sun beams, |
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Warming up our limbs. |
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Born up from the earth, child. |
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No, I'll never come back down, |
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Never come down from here. |
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No, I'll never come back down, |
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Never come down from here. |
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No, I'll never come back down, |
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Never come down from here. |
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No, I'll never come back down, |
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Never come down from here. |
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No, I'll never come back down, |
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Never come down from here. |
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No, I'll never come back down, |
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Never come down from here. (But this can't be all that we have to wait.) |
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No, I'll never come back down, |
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Never come down from here. (But this can't be all that we have to wait.) |
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No, I'll never come back down, |
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Never come down from here. |
