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the place they were stranded |
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the traces that they made |
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all got washed away |
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the people before us |
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the fires that they burned |
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somehow all want out |
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let's make a decision |
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alone I cannot judge |
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the tide is coming in |
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it's all for the better |
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come with me if you want |
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'cause I am heading home |
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but I feel no guilt |
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I'm doing all the things that I want to do |
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do we all believe in contemplation |
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do we all believe it? |
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I put my boat right on the water |
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I hear the voices calling, but is it you? |
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do we all believe in endless summers |
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do we all believe in summer? |
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so do you remember |
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or is it what you're told |
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who am I to know? |
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it's all for the better |
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come with me if you want |
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'cause I am heading home |
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I am putting my boat on the water... |
