| And I held the breath inside my lungs for days
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| And I saw myself as one of many waves
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| And when I knew I’d become the ocean’s slave
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| I just stayed
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| And we carried far with all the waters past
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| Of the waves I was not first I was not last
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| And if we saw a boat afloat we took the mast
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| So fast
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| There’s a part of it, that I’ll miss
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| At the heart of it, your cold kiss
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| From the start of it, I know this
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| There’s a part of it
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| And before too long the waves grew out of hand
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| And they worked to keep the sea at their command
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| And the only thing they feared it seemed the sand
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| And dry land
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| There’s a part of it, that I’ll miss
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| At the heart of it, your cold kiss
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| From the start of it, I know this
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| Oh there’s a part of it
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| From the water there was born a bright blue roar
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| As it rolled and formed and calmed the ocean’s floor
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| And it finally rose and broke upon the shore
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| No more
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| There’s a part of it, that I’ll miss
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| At the heart of it, your cold kiss
|
| From the start of it, I know this
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| Oh there’s a part of it, I know this
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| There’s a part of it, that I’ll miss
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| At the heart of it, your cold kiss
|
| From the start of it, I know this
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| Oh there’s a part of it
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| Oh there’s a part of it |