| Drifiting further out to sea,
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| The strength will soon be leaving me.
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| Our ships have sunk or run aground,
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| And only sharks now swim around.
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| Smashed and battered by the waves,
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| Support their hope of being saved.
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| And every passing ship to chance,
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| Salvation in a passing glance.
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| I may need dreams from time to time,
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| But dreams aren’t keeping me alive.
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| My dreams have torn my life in two--
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| Now I just need a rock to cling to.
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| I’m often closer than I think,
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| Yet my grip is far too weak.
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| I grab a box and swim away,
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| Time and time and time again.
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| But not for me this time I guess
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| And then the next and then the next.
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| Is my fear of crashing waves
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| Greater than my fear of being saved?
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| I may need dreams from time to time,
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| But dreams aren’t keeping me alive.
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| My dreams have torn my life in two--
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| Now I just need a rock to cling to. |