| Oh no, what have I done, all of these stitches have split one by one
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| Oh now I see the design, the intricate framework to which i align
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| All my anguish and my happiness, but I got not time for this messÂ
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| Come down, come down with me, to check on the ashes of my history
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| I can’t leave them alone, but sometimes I wish they would rot down below
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| But on the contrary, these fires flourish in me
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| And I lay just 'fore I wake and you catch the sun and throw it down on my face
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| I know you’re plotting my course, still influencing my dreams silver seahorse
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| I feel the mixture in me, fire and water musical ubiquity
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| And I know you’re never quite there, satisfaction eluding you like clean air
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| One day I’ll float on the tide, silver seahorse on a string mirrors the sky
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| I’ll be alone on the sea, waiting for the sky to engulf me
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| But out here alone on the night, my silver seahorse reflecting the light
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| I flash the ray 'cross the sea, hoping this beam still connects you to me
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| I know the tides changing my course, but I’m still the one who believes in my
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| silver seahorse
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| But on the whole, or on the contrary, it’s not alright, alright
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| And falling through defects and consequential loss, it’s not alright, alright |