| The daughter of a dove keeps me
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| I have found a love among the thorns
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| Breakwater to the sea keeps me
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| There is an ageing arm across a naked waist
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| There is a fallen tree against a perfect January snow
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| And that’s as spiritual as I need to be
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| That’s as spiritual as I need to be
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| We all know safety
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| Is a blessing and a curse
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| Like Mary’s baby
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| Staring back up at Mary
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| So when they said, «Turn up the kick drum; |
| turn up the snare»
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| I turned away to see my baby put a flower in her hair
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| Now I’m doing flips at the edge of the pool
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| Sophomore, junior, fool
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| The things I do and the things I say
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| I know they’re more than just a little way from each other
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| More than just a little way
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| But people: I’ve been operating under the impression that that’s okay
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| When all of your heroes have had their sons
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| And all of your heroes have had their daughters
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| And all of your heroes have left you
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| And all you have left is all of this water
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| Well all you can do, all you can do
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| Is secure your bird heart and sail towards the edge
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| But I am just an arm hanging in the sun
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| And that’s as spiritual as I know how to be
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| Said that’s as spiritual as I know how to be
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| Said I am just an arm hanging in the sun
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| Where the daughter of a dove keeps me
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| So when they said, «turn up the kick drum; |
| turn up the snare»
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| I turned away to see my baby put a flower in her hair
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| Now I’m just crossing shit off my list at the edge of the pool
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| Five four three two
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| The one thing the wise man would do is waste away
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| But the one thing that I’m going to do is take a name
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| My name is the bay
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| My name is the bay
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| My name is the bay
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| My name is the bay
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| Breakwater to the sea
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| That’s as spiritual as I need to be
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| Breakwater to the sea
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| That’s as spiritual as I need to be
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| Breakwater to the sea
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| That’s as spiritual, as spiritual as I need to be
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| The daughter of a dove keeps me
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| A break, breakwater to the sea
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| Just strong enough to hold back the waves
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| As they roll in, roll in, roll in, roll in, roll in
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| And I should have told you sooner I’ll be relying on you baby
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| And I should have told you sooner I think you’re just like me
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| And I guess I should’ve told you I am sometimes just an arm
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| Just another arm hanging out a window on a highway in the sun
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| Or a fallen tree against a January snowbank
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| Or a break, break, break, break, breakwater to the sea
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| A breakwater to the sea
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| That’s as spiritual as I need to be
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| The daughter of a dove keeps me
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| Break, breakwater to the sea
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| Breakwater to the sea
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| That’s as spiritual as I need to be
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| The daughter of a dove keeps me |