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When we wore a heart of stone we wandered to the sea |
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Hoping to find some comfort there yearning to feel free |
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And we were mesmerized by the lull of the night |
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And the smells that filled the air |
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And we layed us down on sandy ground |
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It was cold but we didn't care |
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Yes, we were drawn to the rhythm |
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Drawn into the rhythm of the sea |
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And we were drawn to the rhythm |
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Drawn into the rhythm of the sea |
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We fell asleep and began to dream when something broke the night |
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Memories stirred inside of us the struggle and the fight |
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And we could feel the heat of a thousand voices telling us which way to go |
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And we cried out is there no escape from the words that plague us so |
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And we were drawn to the rhythm |
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Drawn into the rhythm of the sea |
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We were drawn to the rhythm |
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Drawn into the rhythm of the sea |
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In the still and silent dawn another day is born |
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Washed up by the tireless waves the body bent and torn |
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When you wake in the face of the blinding sun and you search only to find |
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That Heaven is a stranger place than what you've left behind |
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And we were drawn to the rhythm |
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Drawn into the rhythm of the sea |
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Yes we are drawn to the rhythm |
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Drawn into the rhythm of the sea |
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Yes we are drawn to the rhythm |
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Drawn into the rhythm of the sea |
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Yes we are drawn to the rhythm |
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Drawn into the rhythm of the sea |