| Burn in the distance,
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| I can see the shape--it won’t be long 'til you do something mean
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| I heard the wind whisper something to my mind
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| I feel feverish, a little bit stretched beneath my skin
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| It’s the moment before when something stops and something begins,
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| I can taste salt on your skin
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| I have found another place to play
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| And slowly and steadily, I am falling away
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| And so I’m finding I’m getting the right thing
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| And finally you are losing your head
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| I always wanted to taste the bittersweet and you’re swept away.
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| Ooooh…
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| Birds and days torment the hours, induce my shape
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| On other matters bring me air to breathe and let me feel salt in my hair
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| And I feel feverish, a little bit stretched beneath my skin
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| It’s the moment where the fair days end… Yeah, I can taste salt on your skin
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| You have found a better place to play
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| And, slowly and steadily, are falling away
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| And I’m finding I’m getting the right thing
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| And finally you are losing your head
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| You always wanted to the taste the bittersweet and you’re swept away
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| Oh, I will be rolled over and over
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| You’re getting pulled down underwater
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| And as the bittersweet digs in, I can taste salt on your skin.
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| Ooooh…
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| I can taste salt on your skin
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| I can taste salt on your skin
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| I can taste salt on your skin
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| I can taste salt on your skin.
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| Ooooh… |