| My soul smoked from drunk hope
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| And I hope that you appear
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| As a mirror or a line drawn in the sand.
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| It’s causing fairytales, sparkling on my mistakes
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| It’s only me, that you see.
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| It’s only me, that you see.
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| Cold waters are deep, Sir. |
| I’ll only dissappear, if you loose my name,
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| To appear again on a golden pier, where the moonlight crosses the sea,
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| Just to see that:
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| Cold waters are deep, Sir. |
| You can dive so deep,
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| But you can’t hold your breath forever
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| So be careful on your way back up.
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| You can fall asleep,
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| But you can’t dream forever
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| 'N' I’ll be there, when you’re waking up.
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| Cold waters are deep, Sir. |
| I’ve been told:
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| Cold waters are deep, Sir.
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| So cold, no!
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| Cold waters are deep, Sir.
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| Now, I’ve been told, that
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| Cold waters are deep, Sir.
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| So, so cold, no.
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| Cold waters are deep, Sir! |