| Looks like these afternoons of revery are through
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| What’s left for me to say, what’s left for me to do?
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| Float along and feel the water on my back
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| Try not to sink down to the bottom
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| Hollow my head, it echoes like a wooden drum
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| Peel back my skin and make my ribs a xylophone
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| Feel the water rise and fall between my bones
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| And then just sink down to the bottom
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| It’s a simple love affair, dangerous and true
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| Her arms are all around, reaching out for you
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| She’s a siren in the night, with streaks of red and blue
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| And though you’ve disappeared you know, she will get you through
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| She’ll come to the rescue
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| It’s a simple love affair, dangerous and true
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| Her arms are all around, reaching out for you
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| She’s a siren in the night, with streaks of red and blue
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| And though you’ve disappeared you know, she will get you through
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| She’ll come to the rescue |