| Low tide the season brings me
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| No more sheltered pools to feed in
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| How can I make my dreams come true
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| I am in isolation
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| One by one they’ve taken my friends
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| However I got here
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| God only knew
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| When it was easier
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| It was easier
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| We couldn’t turn our heads and look the other way
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| When it was easier
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| It was easier
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| We couldn’t turn our heads and look the other way
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| Sun filters through this grey mess
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| Fills my days with drunken happiness
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| Don’t ask when your wishes will come true
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| Ah-ha∦
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| I am in isolation
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| And one by one they’ve taken my friends
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| However I got here
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| God only knew, yeah
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| Then it was easier
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| It was easier
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| We couldn’t turn our heads and look the other way
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| When it was easier
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| It was easier
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| We couldn’t turn our heads and look the other way
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| And would it feel like heaven
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| Would it feel like hell
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| Would it feel like heaven
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream is dreaming itself
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| This dream'
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| Is dreaming itself
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| For you
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| Only for you
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| For you |