| The sea was large today
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| Just as any other day
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| But something broke in me
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| Watching on this winter’s eve
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| Like a voice, that I’d been trying to hide
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| Pulled me close
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| And out into the undertow
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| I can’t beat it
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| Oh! |
| The sirens sing me home
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| Just can’t release it
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| I didn’t have the strength to go
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| She’s a garden rose and blossoms head to toe
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| And even when she leaves her golden shadow stings
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| I can’t beat it
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| Every time she goes, cuts me even deeper
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| If only I’d the strength to go
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| Like she does
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| But she’s got time on her side
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| And she’s free to decide
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| Because she’s got time on her side
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| To be young is divine
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| And scaling the dunes to sea
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| Where the white wall feeds
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| Gets me no closer to peace
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| From the grips that she holds on me
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| Oh! |
| I can’t beat it
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| Every time she goes
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| Cuts a lil deeper
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| So the wound will never close
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| If only I could beat it
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| She wouldn’t look away for woe
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| But it finds me when I’m sleeping
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| And wakes me in a fevered low
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| Like she does
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| But she’s got time on her side
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| And she’s free to decide
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| Because she’s got time on her side
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| She’s so free, it’s sublime
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| I just wonder if I’m on her mind
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| As she’s on mine, all the time
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| And I want her to know that I’m on her side
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| I’m on her side
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| The sea was large today
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| Just as any other day |