| They open their eyes in the ocean below
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| They can’t see the water
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| They don’t even know why they fly
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| Coming alive
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| Caught on a hook, held in the air
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| Starving for breath
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| Finally aware of the tide
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| Coming alive
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| Our plans will fail
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| Our dreams will shatter
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| Like crashing waves upon the beach
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| And what remains is all that matters
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| The lonely wave
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| Becomes the sea
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| Coming alive
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| The burden we bear
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| Is to have to compare
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| The life that we live to the hope
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| Waiting there inside that’s coming alive
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| The comfort we find
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| With our bodies entwined
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| Opens the soul to the touch
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| Of a love that’s divine that’s coming alive
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| The gift of life can see her breathing
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| Sweet release upon her face
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| And as she sighs she is receiving
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| The falling star, the spark of grace
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| Coming alive
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| Slowly coming alive
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| To the wide eyed life
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| Open heart, open eye
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| Open mind
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| The glimmer of stars that reflects in her eyes
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| How many million of light years it took to arrive
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| Coming alive
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| At the edge of what’s known and the top of the veil
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| The place where a soul to be born |
| Has been waiting to fly
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| We’re coming alive
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| Where we’ve been we don’t remember
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| As we fall into this storm
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| We’re taken in as we surrender to the death of being born
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| Coming alive |