| I’ll be a wave carrying you to shore
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| And if your ribs are peeking through your fur
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| I’ll feed you some more
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| I rode out of the city without you in my arms
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| Under the moon glow I was a wind-blown cast out, carved out watermelon
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| Without you in my arms
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| Without you in my arms
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| And I’ve seen some great things
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| But I don’t want to see anything if I can’t see you
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| Kicked open a coconut
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| Could have shared it with anyone
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| But I wanted to share it with you
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| I’ll be your strings, if you pluck them I’ll sing for you
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| And if your hands are feeling tender
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| I’ll take them in my own and make them better
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| I rose out of the water, I can hold my breath for only so long
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| I pushed past the breeze from the palm trees
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| I’m coming towards you
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| I’ve got to have you in my arms
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| I’m gonna have you in my arms
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| And I’ve seen some great things
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| But I don’t wanna see anything if I can’t see you
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| Kicked open a coconut
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| Could have shared it with anyone
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| But I wanted to share it with you
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| You send me over in tender tortute
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| And when it’s over it’s tender torture |