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Inside he's empty |
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A head filled with shopping lists and politics |
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And a hollow eggshell kind of frailty |
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Pulling himself back together like desperate wishes |
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Into the wild sea that moans and boils |
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Filled with old ghosts and a whole other language |
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Uncoiling forever |
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Indecent and foreign |
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Welcome to the laws of decay |
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The song of Darwin and dismay |
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The wild sea rises higher |
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Heavier it rushes down on him |
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It was invited, it was not unwelcome |
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His fear was just a 60 watt silver lining |
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Shining from the edges of his crying |
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Teaching him its frozen prayers |
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Distant as the next second |
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Far as any distant land's future on the horizon |
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He's laughing in the ocean |
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Laughing in the ocean |
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Laughing in the ocean |
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All his life was a gesture |
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A check paid in dirty dishes |
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Listen to the sea wind, hear how it hisses |
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As it rolls over all your vain petty wishes |
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And your sweet passionate kisses |
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The wild, wild sea |
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Forever dumb, it has no memory |
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Just a replay of your complicated amnesty |
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As it rolls over rocks and weed breaking your birdcage |
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And your poet's pages |
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And all your drowned words |
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That were just death threats and unpaid debts |
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And leaves you breathless and peaceful for a while |
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And you think your heart is without hate for a while |
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And you think your soul is without hate for a while |
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And your body was an animal that loved to hide |
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See the source of your heart buried deep in the tide |
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See the source of your heart singing from the tide |
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Lonely joy |
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Lonely joy |
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Tears of joy |
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The source of your heart deep in the undertow |
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Hidden tongues and hidden hands pulling you from below |
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To the source of your pain |
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The source of your pain in the undertow |
