| As the sun sinks into a sparkling sea
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| It looks like a lightship out of reach
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| There are more things we should have left on the beach
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| So reverse the clocks and invert the maps
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| We’ll watch the sun retrace it’s path
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| Those nights you say you say you want your old life back
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| Well, let’s go get it
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| Glitched inside the machinery
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| The chance to see behind the scenes
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| The bleed between the choices that we make
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| They should call us explorers
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| And we lucked out I guess
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| Found shelter in the storm
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| Caught between the clouds
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| And we saw God, I’m sure
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| As favours for the sleepless thoughts
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| We’ll go househunting for the other us
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| We’ll pick a cosy home by the beach
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| We’d watch the winter warp and the summer bleach
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| And sing along to the old songs
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| Hey, 2009, that was always almost enough
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| (All those tangential timelines piling up) |