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I was drifting 'round, I was feeling like wood |
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And I see that it was stuck with every change of my mood |
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I can see the shores, but the distance was fixed |
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No matter how much I steer toward the beaches I missed |
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Ahhh ahhhahh x4 |
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Ohh how we, stand still though we, like to think that we're moving |
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I was hitting the reefs, I was twirling around |
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I was just like the leaves, I was bound for the ground |
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I could see the lighthouse but the light was the sun |
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It was then that I knew what it was that I'd done |
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I had followed a map that I didn't write |
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I was set on a course that wasn't right |
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I had taken all the easy turns |
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But uncomplishment is a feeling that you have to earn |
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Oh how we, stand still though we, like to think that we're moving x2 |