| How many more days to the sea, the emoticons don't know yet.
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| Time runs along the path in my stockings.
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| Sadness is already in the order of things, between windows and between lines.
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| And the poems will live in .doc format for now
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| Chorus:
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| But she won't come, she won't come! |
| Her clouds, her clouds -
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| You didn't see, you didn't see. |
| And I didn't figure it out, I didn't figure it out.
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| And she is a breeze, she is a breeze. |
| And the right of the rudder, and the right of the rudder.
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| But she won't come, she won't come. |
| And she is me, she is me.
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| The seas breathe blue light. |
| Seagulls fill the air.
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| And the ship cuts the moon like cheese.
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| The most vulnerable object is the heart if it sings
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| For some, I am the whole world, but for whom?
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| Chorus:
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| But she won't come, she won't come! |
| Her clouds, her clouds -
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| You didn't see, you didn't see. |
| And I didn't figure it out, I didn't figure it out.
|
| And she is a breeze, she is a breeze. |
| And the right of the rudder, and the right of the rudder.
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| But she won't come, she won't come. |
| And she is me, she is me.
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| And she is a breeze, she is a breeze.
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| And the right of the rudder, and the right of the rudder.
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| She won't come, she won't come.
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| And she is me, she is me. |