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now that all the many ways that you occupy your days |
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have left you without hope |
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you're caught between the way and not knowing the way |
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and you don't know which you need the most |
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you're listening for the distant waves |
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and watching all the stars coming down |
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the kind of things you do when you think that nobody wants to see you around |
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and i can see it in your eyes |
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like i can see it the skies of these constant, turning days |
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and i can feel it like a curse |
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yeah it's only getting worse |
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it's never too far away |
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they pulled you from the crying water |
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they took you to the broken ground |
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the kind of thing you do to a person when you don't wanna see them around |
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break for me |
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cause where you have light well you have vision too |
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but there's some things that you just wont see through |
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and so you feel you have no air in you |
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but distant eyes, distant eyes this is your future too |
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so if you want to run to the water |
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if you want to go to the sea |
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i will come and meet you there |
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and the waves will carry us free |
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break for me |
