| Wonder if the ground beneath our bodies is the same we once adored
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| We’re passing on our stories like we’re losing all our breath for something more
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| Learn from my mistakes and take your patience with you when you fight the war
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| 'Cause maybe we weren’t meant to keep ourselves awake until we know what for
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| Leave me in my own skin in which I was, in which I was born
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| In the wind, predestined, gone before the oceans wash ashore
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| Don’t you feel it, darlin', when you sleep?
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| 'Cause I’m not stopping 'til we’re in the sea
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| Can we call it motion if the only thing that’s moving is our line?
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| Drawn across the sand as if we’re sifting and adjusting space and time
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| 'Cause everything we know is just a story we’ve been told and keep repeating
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| 'til we’re tired
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| But if we try, if we try
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| Leave me in my own skin in which I was, in which I was born
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| In the wind, predestined, gone before the oceans wash ashore
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| Don’t you feel it, darlin', when you sleep?
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| 'Cause I’m not stopping 'til we’re in the sea
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| Don’t you feel it, darlin', when you sleep? |