| Raining all day and it won’t stop
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| But when you speak my name
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| It can feel like hope
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| Feeling the waves, but they don’t crash
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| The liquid sighs and swells
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| Now take me home
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| Home is in the place that isn’t the sea I’ve waited for so long
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| Home is a place I can put my bones and limbs for a while
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| And my limbs they learn to fly
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| Give me something that you’re not willing to break
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| Give me something that you’re not willing to break
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| Waiting to say that you don’t stop
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| Days become disused as time rolls out
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| Maybe it’s strange that you don’t seem
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| To want to get to know what you’re looking for
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| This is possible
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| Home is in the place that isn’t the sea I’ve waited for so long
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| Home is a place I can put my bones and limbs for a while
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| Now my limbs they learn to fly
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| Give me something that you’re not willing to break
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| Give me something that you’re not willing to break
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| Now my limbs they learn to fly
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| Give me something that you’re not willing to break
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| Give me something that you’re not willing to break
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| That you’re not willing to hold back
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| That you’re not willing to hold back |