| I see them walking out on the shore, with their familiar faces.
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| Not sure I know them anymore, did I misplace my graces?
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| Oh God oh God I keep on asking, are these seeds still drowning?
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| When your eyes finally fall on me, I want to see what you see.
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| And if we give it our best shot, there’s no way were going down.
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| The sea’s depth has capped our breathing.
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| All that’s left is a term of repeating.
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| He’s still calling out our names.
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| I’m rowing away.
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| I’ve said all I’ve wanted to say.
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| Your voice is still beckoning, could this be my reckoning?
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| My bones sway side to side, what am I trying to hide?
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| Lost in the waves, of the one who saves.
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| And if we give it our best shot, there’s no way were going down.
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| The sea’s depth has capped our breathing.
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| All that’s left is a term of repeating.
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| He’s still calling out our names, asking us to pull up the frames.
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| Neglecting His voice with the sound of our choices.
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| But in spite of all that’s happened, I’m still taking a stand with the captain.
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| I see these days lost here in sight and the dark kept in my eyes.
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| All I need is to be stable in this wake. |