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Here we are |
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A house upon the sea |
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A bad dream |
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The woods on the hill are aware |
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And there's a terrible voice that echoes around |
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The wind has it's sting |
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Puts the salt in your skin |
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And morning light clears |
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Oh won't you bring me to rest |
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Says I should fake a death |
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And failing that |
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I should enter the house |
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And face what I left |
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Upon the water |
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Here we are |
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House upon the sea |
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And I know it's but a bad dream |
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The morning light |
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The morning light |
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Will clear |
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But it's all so real |
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The dark reflects the day |
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Like a shadow on the waves. |
