| What do you see? |
| What do you feel?
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| When you’re look at the ocean
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| Emotion, a wave of devotion
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| How do you learn, in the cold?
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| Do you read till you’re sinking
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| The it’s all empty as you see
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| How do you breathe? |
| Do you love?
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| How long do you have to cry, to see?
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| But you’re not even half as torn as I feel
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| In the night you play it up, in the night you play it up
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| But you’re not even half as torn as I feel
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| In the night you play it up, in the night you play it up
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| What do you think, with a drink
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| When you look at the ceiling
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| Repeating our of fulfilling
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| How do you breathe? |
| Do you love?
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| Do you mean it when you smiled at me, to me?
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| But you’re not even half as torn as I feel
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| In the night you play it up, in the night you play it up
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| But you’re not even half as torn as I feel
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| In the night you play it up, in the night you play it up
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| Coming up to this point, I feel like I am sinking
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| I’m not giving it up, I’m just giving it in
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| But you’re not even half as torn as I feel
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| In the night you play it off, in the night you play it off
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| But you’re not even half as torn as I feel
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| In the night you play it up, in the night you play it up
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| But you’re not even half as torn as I feel
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| In the night you play it up, in the night you play it up |