| I must have gone low. |
| Cause there was not a single light
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| I must have gone far under a violent sea
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| Sing me again, make me sure you’re there
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| Sing me like you, always did before
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| I must have gone far, under a silent sea
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| With nothing to fear, under a mile of sea
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| It must have turned fast, ‘cause I did not see it come
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| I must have been slow, used to move so light
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| But I don’t have the easy touch, no I’m not strong at all
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| I turned to the worried kind, when I had something
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| I couldn’t keep the easy touch
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| I wasn’t tough to at all
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| No one really knows the name, but I had something, something. |
| .
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| It must have turned fast, ‘cause I did not see it come
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| I must have gone far, used to move so fast
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| Sing me again, make me sure you’re there
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| But I don’t have the easy touch, no I’m not strong at all
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| I turned to the worried kink when I had something, something |