| 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
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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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| 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 |