| If time is my vessel, then learning to love
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| Might be my way back to sea
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| The flying, the metal, the turning above
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| These are just ways to be seen
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| We all get paid
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| Yeah, some get faith before they die
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| Then, through stars, we will navigate
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| Through the holes in your eyes
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| How many days will it take to land?
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| How many ways to reach abandon?
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| Oh, abandon
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| Oh, so swoon, baby, starry nights
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| May our bodies remain
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| You move with me, I’ll treat you right, baby
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| May our bodies remain
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| There is love to be made
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| So just stay here for this while
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| Perhaps heartstrings resuscitate
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| The fading sounds of your life
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| How many days will it take to land?
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| How many ways to reach abandon?
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| Oh, abandon
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| So swoon, baby, starry nights
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| May our bodies remain
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| As deep we move, I’ll feed you light, baby
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| May our bodies remain
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| Oh yeah, in history, I’ll treat you right, baby
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| I’m honest that way, hey
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| Swoon, baby, starry nights
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| May our bodies remain |