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You haven't changed at all |
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Not much does in a frame on a wall |
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The paper's tarred and brown |
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If I hold you too close, you blur |
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Fearing it will fade away in darkness |
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So throw it overboard |
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And the next time we hit shore |
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I will stay behind |
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But she's washed up on the shore |
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Her salty spit her pours so pure |
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Leaves me choking on the sand |
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And her waves come in again |
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And she takes my hand |
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Gotta hold myself away |
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By blocking out the light of day |
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I can't hold you the way that I used to. |
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A picture you truly are |
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All legs and suicide |
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And where there's no room for lies |
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She lies across the breeze |
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Calling to me |
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Calling to me |
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