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Echo |
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You are the lighthouse, the seamark |
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The tempests created this tide |
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I'm pulled to the black silver ocean |
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Where the current and the heavens collide |
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You are the brick |
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I am so unpredictable |
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led by the current away |
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Your solid stage is so necessary to save |
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All those who stray |
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You are the navigator who never could lead |
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We were lost in the silver sea |
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I was the ship who was too proud to ever sink |
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I am your thought but the water is amnesia |
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my name is on the tip of your tongue |
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My image is slipping |
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but your memory is gripping it |
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This is my breath in your lungs |
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You are the navigator who never could lead |
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We were lost in the silver sea |
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I was the ship who was too proud to ever sink |
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Echo, my voice is an echo |
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of places I don't know |
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and stories I've been told |
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Echo |
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We all are connected |
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a lighthouse a voyage |
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For history's sake, |
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will you please take notice? |
