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Looks like these afternoons of reverie are through |
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What's left for me to say, what's left for me to do? |
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Float along and feel the water on my back |
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Try not to sink down to the bottom |
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Hollow my head, it echoes like a wooden drum |
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Peel back my skin and make my ribs a xylophone |
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Feel the water rise and fall between my bones |
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And then just sink down to the bottom |
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It's a simple love affair |
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Dangerous and true |
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Her arms are all around |
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Reachin' out for you |
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She's a siren in the night |
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With streaks of red and blue |
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And though you've disappeared |
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You know she will get you through |
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She'll come to the rescue |
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It's a simple love affair |
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Dangerous and true |
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Her arms are all around |
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They're reachin' out for you |
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She's a siren in the night |
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With streaks of red and blue |
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And though you've disappeared |
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You know she will get you through |
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She'll come to the rescue |
