| Everything goes, like the salt through my veins
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| like the stars through your hair, like an everyday action,
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| like every moment with you
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| Not enough, not enough bones
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| to break this hold
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| has the sea ever lifted you
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| to Capricorn?
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| Through the sound of conversations
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| we have refused to hear
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| Not enough not enough cursed
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| To feel no hope
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| No speech for these crimes
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| So please stand
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| forever stuck in this moment
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| where every step takes more to get
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| and there’s more to be left unknown
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| Please stand
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| forever stuck in this moment
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| uncaring of
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| the more or the less
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| or the faults that I guessed to know
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| Everything goes, like the salt through my veins
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| like the stars through your hair, like an everyday action
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| Like every moment with you
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| Can’t spell this moment again without telling
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| how everyday life passes by without any suggestion or excuse
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| like every moment with you
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| Not enough, not enough bones
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| to break this hold
|
| has the sea ever lifted you
|
| to Capricorn?
|
| So please stand
|
| forever stuck in this moment
|
| where every step takes more to get
|
| and there’s more to be left unknown
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| Please stand
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| forever stuck in this moment
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| uncaring of
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| the more or the less
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| or the faults that I guessed to know |