| She clung to herself
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| On a cold autumn morning
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| Now the summer has gone
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| We can remember the names
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| Of cities we’ve lost
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| And tablets with diaries
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| Courageous in fame
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| With the forecast to blame
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| 'Cause in the waves
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| We all look the same
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| Preachers and pimps
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| Killers and saints
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| These crushing winds
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| Could damage the humans tonight
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| Fill all the holes
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| And empty the beaches
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| 'Cause the car that you drove
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| Is now swimming away
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| And all that we know
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| Is back in our minds again
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| To stay in our homes
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| And love to the grave
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| 'Cause in the waves
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| We all look the same
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| Preachers and pimps
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| Killers and saints
|
| These crushing winds
|
| Could damage the humans tonight
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| Throw your lifeline
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| Don’t fade away
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| The answers to your dreams
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| Are falling with the rain
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| There’s nothing more than life
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| Don’t feel this pain
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| The budding leaves on trees
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| They always feel the same
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| (The answers to your dreams are falling with the rain)
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| On this island alone
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| With nothing but waves for beats
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| The birds sing along
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| And transport her away
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| To memories of home
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| Like fragments of diaries
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| You stay in your homes
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| And love to the grave
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| 'Cause in the waves
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| We all look the same
|
| Preachers and pimps
|
| Killers and saints
|
| These crushing winds
|
| Could damage the humans tonight
|
| Throw your life a line
|
| Don’t fade away
|
| The answer to your dreams
|
| Are falling with the rain
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| There’s nothing more than life
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| Don’t feel this pain
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| The budding leaves on trees
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| They always feel the same |