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It silently seeming |
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Caving into your hands |
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Can't sustain this breathing |
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It weighs on my chest |
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His lungs are filled with water from the tide |
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From the tide |
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And i watch them go by |
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Can't define a purpose |
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Our hands set adrift |
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Islands cobwebs forming |
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Coalesce through the vapor |
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Some strange trembling gas |
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In sleep i dream of houses in the sky |
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In the sky |
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And i watch them go by |
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Sometimes i'm pulled away |
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From my own misery |
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Your hands cover me |
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Eyes drift slowly |
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Sleep the summer chill |
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And sheets of linen |
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Hush the scattered sound |
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Of time dispersing |
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Sometimes i'm pulled away |
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From my own misery |
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Your hands cover me |
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Eyes drift slowly |
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Sleep the summer chill |
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And sheets of linen |
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Hush the scattered sound |
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Of time dispersing |
