| Well I’ve been wading in your waves up to my chin,
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| Sinking slowly deeper as the waves roll in.
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| Losing sight of land, I’m wondering,
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| «How'd I ever trick myself to get back in?»
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| Believe me, there’s no harder thing in this life
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| Than believing that happiness is within my arm’s reach
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| And seeing that there is beauty in this world that I have been missing,
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| And I don’t want to miss no more.
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| These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
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| And I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
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| And now the leaves are turning on the trees
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| And there’s a map between me and what I need.
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| I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
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| I’m throwing darts at a map,
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| Trying to remember where I left my heart last.
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| So when the van’s packed up and the tank is filled with gas,
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| We can make our way from the east coast to the west.
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| And you could call…
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| Or I’ll see you all next summer or next fall,
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| And we can talk about the year we spent apart
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| Since the last time every city stole my heart.
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| These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
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| And I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
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| And now the leaves are turning on the trees
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| And there’s a map between me and what I need.
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| I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
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| 'Cause these are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
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| And I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
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| And now the leaves are turning on the trees
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| And there’s a map between me and what I need.
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| I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
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| These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
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| And I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
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| And now the leaves are turning on the trees
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| And there’s a map between me and what I need.
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| I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
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| Yeah I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
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| Yeah I don’t know if it needs me, I know I’m sinking. |