| Nobody knows
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| About the way that I’ve been feeling
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| I’m caught in a fold
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| As the moon holds the sea
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| I’ve been rolling back
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| On a wave already broken
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| I can’t fight the tide
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| As the sea
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| Encircles me
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| I can’t tell you
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| All that I’ve done is good
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| I’ve been driftwood, coasting
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| Treading my own weary blood
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| Now I can’t tell you
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| How I feel today
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| This book of storms has opened
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| And I’m flying right off this page
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| You wouldn’t know
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| This ragged soul, lost and wandering
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| I’m feeling the pull of the moon and sea
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| I’m far from myself
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| Losing strenght
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| And the daylight’s waning
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| Oh, when it’s time to go will they call
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| Call for me?
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| I can’t tell you
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| All that I’ve done is good
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| I’ve been driftwood, coasting
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| Treading my own weary blood
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| Now I can’t tell you
|
| How I feel today
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| This book of storms has opened
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| And I’m flying right off this page
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| I can’t tell you
|
| All that I’ve done is good
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| I’ve been driftwood, coasting
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| Treading my own weary blood
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| Now I can’t tell you
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| How I feel today
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| This book of storms has opened
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| And I’m flying right off this page |