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Standing on the shore |
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Waiting for the ship in call |
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There's something in the way I move |
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That keeps them on their own |
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A star explodes a storm |
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A billion seasons born |
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A shock to the waves I know |
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Breaking far from shore |
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Don't want to talk |
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All I hear is noise |
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Don't want to talk |
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The future's in my hands |
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I hold it in my palms |
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Engrave it in the ley lines running |
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Right down her arms |
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Speak in silent tongues |
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The lives reflect the times |
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The ghost and the shadows fill |
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The living scene |
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Don't want to talk |
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All I hear is noise |
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Don't want to talk |
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Don't want to talk |
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All I hear is noise |
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Don't want to talk |
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Don't want to talk |
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All I hear is noise |
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Don't want to talk |
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Don't want to talk |
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All I hear is noise |
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Don't want to talk |
