| I lie awake wondering who I am
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| My dreams don’t seem to make any sense
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| Imagination running wild
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| It can’t satisfy my need
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| Oceans taunt me
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| I’m a patron to the coast
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| Dark seas, cool breeze
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| Today the tide is low
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| And then suddenly
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| A shape has caught my eye
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| Calling me
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| Could not resist or pass it by
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| On the shore I found an answer
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| Buried in the sand, circles filled with treasure
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| I took it home to keep it safe
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| Little spiral in my hand
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| The stories you can tell
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| Never cease to captivate me
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| Just a simple shell
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| You came out of the sea
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| Now you belong to me
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| I hold it close
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| I know there are many more
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| It’s like a gallery
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| Down on the ocean floor
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| Shapes and patterns infinite
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| Spelling clues to history
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| Swept ashore
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| Could not resist or pass it by
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| On the shore I found an answer
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| Buried in the sand, circles filled with treasure
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| I took it home to keep it safe
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| Little spiral in my hand
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| The stories you can tell
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| Never cease to captivate me
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| Just a simple shell
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| You came out of the sea
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| Now you belong to me
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| Moved by the swells, currents will tell
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| Tell us your story
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| So many out there, no one just like my
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| Immortal coil keep on floating
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| On the shore I found an answer
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| Buried in the sand, circles filled with treasure
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| I took it home to keep it safe
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| Little spiral in my hand
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| The stories you can tell
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| Never cease to captivate me
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| Just a simple shell
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| You came out of the sea
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| Now you belong to me
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| I lie awake knowing who I am
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| My dreams now seem to make sense again |