| You win the arguments you have
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| You want so badly to be right
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| But they just drift away
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| And you’re left there with nothing in your hands
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| While we tumble from the mountains where we were born
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| Born of sky and mountains, we tumble from the rocks
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| Shifting coloured patterns in the brightness of the day
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| We’re only made of water
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| The full moon gets us high
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| We can change our shape into anything as often as we like
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| All our lives are liquid, there’s nothing that is stone
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| The angles wash to curves
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| And in the end we soak into the hollows of the earth
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| And home we carry with us, just a sense of where we’ve been
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| As we flow into one another
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| I’ve found you and lost you and found you so many, many times
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| We’re only made of water
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| The full moon gets us high
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| We can change our shape into anything as often as we like
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| And mischief and meaning and tricks of the mind
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| The spray and the mist and the falling of time
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| We’re only made of water
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| The full moon gets us high
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| We can change our shape into anything as often as we like |