| The freckles in your face
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| My head in outer space
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| The devil in our frame
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| And I couldn’t believe
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| You were wasting your time with me
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| I’ll stay mute ('cause I never find the words to say)
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| And just stand still ('cause you always find a way to slip away)
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| I was lost. |
| I was scared. |
| I have always been this way
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| I have always been afraid
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| Forthcoming yet delayed
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| «So reassemble and remake»
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| You and I walked together on the beach
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| No shoes on our feet
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| And you said the sand underneath
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| Is like the people we might meet
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| And «every single grain
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| Will some day be washed away»
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| And I should’ve felt lucky
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| Just to have washed up on your beach
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| I’ll stay mute ('cause I never find the words to say)
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| And just stand still ('cause you always find a way to slip away)
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| 'Cause you always find a way to slip away
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| You always find a way to slip away
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| But I said «If I’m sand, what’s the oceans?
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| The wind? |
| And erosion?
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| The lightning and the rain?
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| And how come we feel pain?»
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| And I’ve realized I was so wrong once again
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| Just misinterpreting everything you said… |