| Across the ocean, under the sand
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| That got in your wounds
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| Across the ocean, under the land
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| That you now consume
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| There sleeps a demon
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| It wakes at night by the light of the moon
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| And it’s watchin' while you sleep
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| While you sit and dream
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| At all the people laughing, pickin' up the shells
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| Too concerned with suntans, nobody can tell
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| They end up empty, wanting, wondering
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| Hollow like the shells
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| On seashores from sailors and tales they’ll never
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| Tell to their maidens and babies
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| Tales that they’ll never tell
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| Across the ocean, under the water
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| That got in your lungs
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| There sleeps a demon
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| It knows exactly what you will become
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| And it’s watchin' while you sleep
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| While you sit and dream
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| At all the people laughing, pickin' up the shells
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| Too concerned with suntans, nobody can tell
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| They end up empty, wanting, wondering
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| Hollow like the shells
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| On seashores from sailors and tales they’ll never
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| Tell to their maidens and babies
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| Tales that they’ll never tell
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| While you’re dreaming, past the sleep
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| Leave behind the things you keep
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| While you’re dreaming, past the sleep
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| Leave behind the things you keep
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| They end up empty, wanting, wondering
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| Hollow like the shells
|
| On seashores from sailors and tales they’ll never
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| Tell to their maidens and babies
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| Tales that they’ll never tell
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| They’ll never tell to thier maidens and babies
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| Tales that they’ll never tell
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| They end up empty, wanting, wondering
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| Hollow like the shells |