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The breath of an ocean |
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Is still in my hair |
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And for me it smells like the most happy air |
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The warmth of the sun |
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Is still on my skin |
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You'll feel when you touch 'cause it's sealed within |
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Slowly we turn into sea people |
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Busy watching the tides |
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Our souls open up wide |
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Glorious days at the sea in fall |
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Slowly they turn us to sea people |
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Slowly we turn into sea people |
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The salt of the sea |
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Is still on your lips |
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For me it's real pleasure in tiny sips |
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Show me how you swim |
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Show me how you dive |
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Show me how you surf along your tidal life |
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Slowly we turn into sea people |
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Busy watching the waves |
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Busy counting them all |
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Radiant days at the sea in fall |
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Slowly they turn us to sea people |
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Slowly we turn into sea people |
