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I was broken on my back |
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watch the wave wave the senses intact |
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in the lighthouse deep inside |
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they were searching but could never seem to find |
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through the darkness on the shore |
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close my eyes and then I close the door |
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I was sheltered and released |
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I surrender but the feeling's increased |
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I don't care what the people do |
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they don't know what it's like to be you |
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take my possesions and I gave them away |
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I could use them another day |
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neon lights at the end of the beach |
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I was stretching but I couldn't quite reach |
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where I wound up at the end of a day |
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were we hard to find and far away |
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I went under |
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washed my face |
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I got used to the salty taste |
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and the process was revealed |
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where it hurt and where it yields |
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and the music that I heard |
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some songs that I didn't deserve |
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they then tied me to the mast |
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raise the future to erase the past |
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I don't care what the people do |
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they don't know what it's like to be you |
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take my possesions and I gave them away |
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I could use them another day |
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neon lights at the end of the beach |
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I was stretching but I couldn't quite reach |
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where I wound up at the end of a day |
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were we hard to find and far away |