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The clouds are gathering in the sky above |
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I know this one's gonna hurt my love |
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Birds are shouting through the Mangrove trees |
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They know the difference between a storm and breeze |
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I too have felt this once before |
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I hear that pounding and it's at my door |
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Outside it's boiling, but the water is cold |
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All signs point to that I'm getting old |
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The waves are rising and I take that dive |
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To hold a breath is not to be alive |
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I felt it then, I feel it now |
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I know its coming but I don't know how |
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It's taking us apart |
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this Helicase of love |
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We're nothing but post-modern art |
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what were we thinking of |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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I'm constructing but I shouldn't be |
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My blood is boiling and the callus is hot |
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My veins are twisting in a sailor's knot |
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My Thalamus is growing down into my tongue |
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And all I taste is pain in every kiss and song |
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I know this story, and I know it well |
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The cracks are showing in my pearly shell |
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Outside I'm shaking and I feel them chills |
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There go both of my Achilles Heels |
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I fall down naked waiting for the storm |
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My arms are open, waiting to transform |
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The birds go flying, I hear them cry |
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I know it's coming but I don't know why |
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It's taking us apart, this |
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Helicase of love |
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We're nothing but post-modern art |
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what were we thinking of |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
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This is how it has to be |
