There is usually a shore and a haven of dreams
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There's a moment before and start
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There is some Helium and a sea of words
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There is a desire for the wind to whip the face
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There is a yacht, which, like Grand, was created from dreams
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There are cries of seagulls, a quiet hum in the shell of the hands
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There is a sudden storm, reefs of rocks, salt on the face
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Your SOS melts into the murky water
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You're drowning, you're drowning, you're drowning in empty days
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You're drowning, you're drowning, you're drowning in a sea of evil
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Yes, day by day, by the complaints of the waves
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To grab the ground for your feet
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Shore again and the boat upside down
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The earth shakes again
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Ah, what would you give to experience the storm again
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To face the roar of the waves once again
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When a new day chokes you with dry dust
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You have heat inside you and this heat burns you
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You're drowning, you're drowning, you're drowning in empty days
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You're drowning, you're drowning, you're drowning in a sea of evil
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And over and over again like the world the world
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Like Icarus into the abyss of waters
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Through the smoke, through the wind
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To know everything
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The taste of tears and the bitterness of the waves |