| I woke up to shorebirds
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| I must be close to the sea
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| I walked through the parking lot;
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| Felt the pavement burning my bare feet
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| I stumbled out eastward;
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| Pushed my way through the reeds
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| I woke up to shorebirds
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| I dreamed about drowning at sea
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| I’m staring out at nothing
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| Carolina coast
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| I’ll wade through the shallows
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| It feels like I’m chasing your ghost
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| And I think about drowning
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| I’d lay down and let go
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| I’ll see you in heaven, everyone that left me alone
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| I reached in my pocket to pull out a light
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| Forgot I threw out my smokes weeks ago
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| Oh, I can’t get it right, but I found your lilies
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| They’re dead and they’re dry
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| I’ll plant them here seaside
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| I’ll pray that they come back to life
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| You and I. You and I
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| You and I. You and I
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| And on the horizon, there’s a boat fighting tide
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| All rust stained and pale blue, it’s nearing the end of its life
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| But somehow it keeps floating, all banged up but alive
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| And I guess I feel better then. |
| I won’t lay down and die
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| I’m not coming home tonight, no
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| No, I’m not coming home tonight, no
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| No, I’m not coming home tonight without Dianne by my side, no |