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I know you're in a hurry, and I know it's getting late |
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I know you've got your reasons for wanting out of this place |
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The bitter wind bites down hard in the evening, |
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if you'd known you would have changed your plans, |
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Half our lives spent crawling and kneeling, |
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but now we're gonna learn to stand |
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In the cold waves, we could be drowning, in the cold waves |
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Before there was an ocean, before it ever even needed a name |
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I set out to find a reason, to meet you here in this place |
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The summer wind burns my eyes in the morning, |
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so I'm gonna draw a line in the sand, |
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All of my life spent stumbling and falling, |
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but now I'm gonna learn to stand, |
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In the cold waves, we won't be drowning, in the cold waves |
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Someone's always drifting away, someone's always drifting away, |
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So I say no more drifting, no more drifting, no more drifting away. |
