| I dream in blue and green of all the things that I have seen
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| Of waters wide and clean and I know
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| That in the moment that I drown it’s always you who is around
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| I’ve made my peace with that and so
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| As the water begins
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| To slide up my skin
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| And I’m fighting giving in to you
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| Like those moments before
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| When you walked out the door
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| Leaving me in need of more from you
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| I need more from you
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| Well I can breathe, I can see
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| Death he doesn’t bother me
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| I’ve been thinking it’s a peaceful way to go
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| I’m moving out, from the shore
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| And I can’t hear you anymore
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| There is something calling me from down below
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| And you, I knew
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| You’d think that I would know by now
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| That struggling will wear me out
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| It doesn’t help to plead or shout for you
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| Coz everytime we end up here
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| My lonely, stupid, crazy fear is
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| I’m sick to death you’ll disappear
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| from view
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| Oh and as the water begins
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| To slide up my skin
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| And I’m fighting giving in to you
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| Like those moments before
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| When you walked out the door
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| Leaving me in need of more from you
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| I need more from you
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| Well I can breathe, I can see
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| Death he doesn’t bother me
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| I’ve been thinking it’s a peaceful way to go
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| And I’m moving out, from the shore
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| I can’t hear you anymore
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| There is something calling me from down below. |