| Out in the water with weeds in our hair
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| Whistling songs that we spun from the air
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| I saw the shape of a ghost in the waves
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| Dead as the sea foam, bright as the day
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| Bright as the day
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| Move through the summers when we were young
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| Held to the fire, the way of the sun
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| Lights on the fog over Bay of Bengal
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| I turned down and they stayed on
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| Bright as the day
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| Out in the backyard, earth in our teeth
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| Whistling songs that we learned in our sleep
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| I heard the sound of a ghost in the night
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| Scraped up dirt and monsoon skies
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| Over Calcutta, I’m drifting alone
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| Naked and empty as the day I was born
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| Held to the fire, a moth in the flame
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| Dead as the sea foam, bright as the day |