| I had a story to tell him
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| A secret I’d kept for so long
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| I had a small kinda memory
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| That I named The Story of John
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| Well he was down for the summer
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| A game changer meant for the sea
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| And I was never in contest, the boundaries fell right at my feet
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| And now I
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| I know your eyes like I shouldn’t
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| I hear your voice like I wouldn’t, want you to
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| So I sit at my station
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| And watch him get swept by the waves
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| I turn to my imagination
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| Pretend like he’d run up the hill
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| And asked to hold my hand and roll me in the sand
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| Until the sun took all the light away
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| And now I
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| I know your eyes like I shouldn’t
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| I hear your voice like I wouldn’t want you to
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| And now I
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| I see your past like a shadow
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| That I want you to let go until my arms catch you
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| Now the night time has left him
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| Down in a corner with me
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| I know I’ll put on a smile when
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| The girl he takes home isn’t me
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| And now I
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| I know your eyes like I shouldn’t
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| I hear your voice like I wouldn’t want you to
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| And now I
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| I see your past like a shadow
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| That I want you to let go until my arms catch you
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| Until my arms catch you |