| Every passing wave brings a new people
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| And like clock work the promise fell from this fragile crest
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| Comes crashing down. |
| I feel I’m drowning
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| Displacing all the feeble parts to this story
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| Pounding at the edge of contemplation
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| At this level it’s never to be determined
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| Tortured by your gift
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| I am a star, a star with out planets
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| All I radiate is…
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| Pounding at the edge of contemplation
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| At this level it’s never to be determined
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| Tortured by your gift
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| I am a star, a star with out planets
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| All I radiate is lost
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| I am lost in these parts
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| I am lost in the stars
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| I am lost in this heart
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| I am lost in the waves
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| The curve of the horizon lets me clearly see
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| A temporal account of the last five years
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| And how they compress down to a single moment
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| Like tentacles your roots reached out to latch
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| On to the first thing to come by
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| Grabbing at the first thing to come drifting by your little rock
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| Entangled in debris, swept away from your dream
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| Passing the time as a vessel, washed up on the shore
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| She’ll walk away, she’ll walk away
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| Swept back by the retreating tide, she’ll walk away from the sea
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| Swept out with nothing on which to cling
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| At it’s core, this world is uncertain
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| Probability is fundamentally a constant the world fears
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| Probability is fundamentally a constant the world has come to fear
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| The world has come to fear
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| At it’s core
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| Every passing wave brings a new people
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| And like clock work the promise fell from this fragile crest
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| Comes crashing down. |
| I feel I’m drowning
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| Displacing all the feeble parts to this story |