| Capricorn, here we stand at silver shore’s lake
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| It’s shining black and gold
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| With some stones in our hands and our feet in the sand
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| Forever growing old
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| And our reflection looks strange looking back to us
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| Our eyes, they open wide
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| And we can see the tides so we say goodbye
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| And watch the waters rise
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| I wish my heart was deep enough
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| So deep that I could keep you, love
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| So deep that I could keep it off
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| I wish my heart…
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| Silent path, silent lake; |
| we see every wave
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| Our eyes are black and gold
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| We push our palms to the stars, everyone is ours
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| We do not fear the cold
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| And our reflection looks strange looking back to us
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| Our arms, they open wide
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| We drop our hands to our sides as the waters rise
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| And take us from inside
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| I wish my heart was deep enough
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| So deep that I could keep you, love
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| So deep that I could keep it off
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| I wish my heart…
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| Be careful cousin, be careful blood
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| If the cold doesn’t get you then the other thing does
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| Be careful brother, be careful love
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| Be careful father, be careful son
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| Or you’ll never find another one
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| Be careful father, be careful son |