| Day dreams of summer trees, and your hair in the breeze
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| Witness the life in the tall grass, let’s do this more often
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| The ground shakes as I awake under rocks
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| On the sea floor where our house laid
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| Where just a few days ago I made you breakfast in bed
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| But the house caved into the ground when the ocean
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| Swallowed it down to the bottom
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| The tank’s running out of oxygen
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| I have been rendered to shark feed
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| No help in sight, but sharp teeth and an appetite
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| I see their eyes surround me
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| Stayed at home for way too long
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| Now I’m destined for the deep blue sea
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| No help in sight, big appetites
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| I’ll be fine for one more night
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| Wait until the coast is clear
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| You can float your way to the surface, to the surface
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| Keep a wary eye well-fixated on the distance
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| Or you’ll end your days counting hours in the bottom of the sea
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| Wait until the coast is clear
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| You can float your way to the surface, to the surface
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| Keep a wary eye well-fixated on the distance
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| Or you’ll end your days counting hours in the bottom of the sea
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| Counting hours in the bottom of
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| Wait until the coast is clear
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| You can float your way to surface
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| Where you’ll end your days with purpose
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| Keep a wary eye well-fixated on the distance
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| You’ll be on you’re way out |