| Break the water
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| Make a ripple once in a while
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| Wake, it’s morning we’ve been sleeping for a while
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| Now forget what you’re owed
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| That your tired, time’s getting on.
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| So lay down your load
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| You’re fine
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| I’m yours and you’re mine
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| You’re fine
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| I’m yours and you’re mine.
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| Hold tight stranger
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| I sense danger that wont show
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| Who holds the hand that holds the gun
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| You might never know
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| But when the note lingers
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| sending shivers down my spine
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| I feel in my fingers
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| that I’m one with something divine
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| It’s divine.
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| I didn’t drink a drop in weeks
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| All the waiting’s only made it sweet
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| I tried not to freeze you before you thaw
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| Tried not to burn you and wait some more
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| When you ask what’s coming you’ve already chosen
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| When you know you’re winning you’re already losing
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| It’s divine
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| Now forget what you’re owed
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| That you’re tired, time’s getting on.
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| So lay down your load
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| you’re fine I’m yours and you’re mine
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| It’s divine |