| Bring me the ocean, I’ve given up on this dream; |
| and I’m waiting for the wind
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| to appear.
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| A gust of its power, could take me away from the pain of the music I hear.
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| Some say don’t worry, everything’s fine; |
| but my journey has already begun.
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| I’ve lost sight of the horizon, it grew distant with time; |
| and I’m counting my
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| days by the sun.
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| Yes, I’m counting my days by the sun.
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| I’ve opened my wounds, and let out the pain,
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| my sea has turned from blue to red.
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| My rivers of blood have left their stains, while I’m slowly losing my breath.
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| My future and I, we are face to face, I see a glimpse of the other side.
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| I realize now just what I have done, and I think I might change my mind.
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| Yes, I think I might change my mind.
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| So many ships have passed me by, are they lost in the sea.
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| Do they know where they are, or are they lost just like me?
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| If I could waltz with an angel and dance with the sea, then I woudn’t need a
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| reason to make me believe.
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| I reached for the heavens, it was all I could do; |
| and let out one last |
| desperate cry.
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| I felt the embrace of somone I knew as an angel appeared in the sky.
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| Yes, an angel appeared in the sky.
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| If I could waltz with an angel and dance with the sea, then I woudn’t need a
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| reason to make me believe. |