| Glossed over
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| Did you noticed I’ve been lost at sea?
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| My mind’s an island dredging deep within the ship’s debris
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| Here’s some driftwood for the fire
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| Here’s the spark beneath the spire, well
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| Despite a tendency for standards, I’m a second guess
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| I’ve trained my vision to retire if the world’s a mess
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| So when the wreckage pulls me under, I’ll
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| Slow my breathing to the tide beneath the covers
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| And set sail
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| Sailing much too slow
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| A sudden swell, swallowing me whole
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| An old coast for new lows
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| So let me carry you through
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| Past the old lace and ivory
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| The tall grass and ivy
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| The light of the moon
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| We’ll hide between dunes and lay to ruin
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| And set sail
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| Sailing much too slow
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| A sudden swell, swallowing us whole
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| An old coast for new lows |