| Am I asleep? |
| Is this a dream?
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| Oh my God, what have I done? |
| Anything?
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| At twenty-three you walked on me.
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| Oh my God, where have you gone anyway?
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| On the ocean
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| I think we’re taking on water
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| A storm is on the way
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| But I will hold on anyway
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| Ten-thousand leagues under the sea
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| Oh my God, what have you done? |
| Anything?
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| Twenty-nine years I’ve wandered around
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| There’s no beauty here, no emerald town
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| A shallow love, what will be forgotten?
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| Everything.
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| On the ocean
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| I think we’re taking on water
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| A storm is on the way
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| But I will hold on anyway
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| I close my eyes and there’s someone beside me
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| Hand-in-hand, but we can only speak in tongues
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| She’s pulling me along
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| Follow her down, a trail of crumbs behind me
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| My head’s in her hands, but everything, it still feels wrong
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| This isn’t what I thought
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| So can I just go home?
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| Am I asleep? |
| Is this a dream?
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| Oh my God, what have I done? |
| Anything?
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| (On the ocean)
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| Ten-thousand leagues
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| (I think we’re taking on water)
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| Under the sea
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| (A storm is on the way)
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| Oh my God
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| (But I won’t be here anyway)
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| Where have you gone? |
| Anything?
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| On the ocean. |