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You're on the distant shore |
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You're on the distant shore |
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Oceans never listen to us anyway |
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Oceans never listen to us anyway |
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And if I fall into the drink |
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I will say your name before I sink |
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He says your name out loud |
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In miniature rooms where no one's found |
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It's a desperate sound |
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You're on the distant shore |
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And he stamps his feet down |
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Do you hear his knuckles on your door |
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He wants to send you drawings |
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Drawings of men with faithful hands |
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They will make such good boyfriends |
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And he wants to tell you stories |
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Stories of boys who stamp their feet |
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Saying, Shut, shut up I am dreaming of places where lovers have wings |
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I'll meet you where the river forks, when everyone else is dead you'll be safe on the water, we will be much younger and we remember |
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You're on the distant shore |
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I stamp my feet down, down, do you hear my knuckles on your door, do you understand what I'm pining for? |
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But oceans never listen to us anyway |
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Oceans never listen to us anyway |
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And if I fall into the drink |
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I will say your name before I sink |
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But oceans never listen to us anyway |
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I'm afraid of the water |
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I'm afraid of the sky |
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I'm tired of waiting |
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Oceans never listen to us anyway |
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Oceans never listen to us anyway |
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And if I fall into the drink |
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I will say your name before I sink |
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Oceans never listen to us anyway |
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So don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
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Don't make a sound |
