| What I say when I say that I miss you
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| Is that I will always love me more
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| What I need when I bleed just to drown you
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| Is that someday you’ll become a shore
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| It’s my wave that will crave and will pull you
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| And another that will push you back
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| We will be just a sea they can sail through
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| They can split us but we never crack
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| On occasions our sea will swallow
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| 613 shades of sad
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| And occasionally we’ll be just shallow
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| Enough for them to see the things we had
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| 20,000 different leagues of sorrow
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| They will surface but we’ll let them drown
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| And the moon will lift our holy bodies
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| And we’ll live as one
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| With the rate and the weight that I pound you
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| You will tell me that you understand
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| Every shell I’ll propel just to spite you
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| You will break it and you’ll turn to sand
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| We will be just a sea and a shoreline
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| We won’t need no words, we’ll have the tide
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| I will bleed and I’ll plead that I miss you
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| Even though you’ll never leave my side |