| Lead me to the sand and sea
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| Sit a while beside me… and I won’t mind
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| Wait until the tide has turned
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| To see what’s left behind
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| Then I’ll search for things to save
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| Wake me if I’m dreaming
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| And if all I’ve planned starts
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| Streaming through my fingers
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| Out of hand… grains of sand
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| Let the woman I’ll become
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| Dare to walk the shoreline…
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| And to ride the wave
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| Let the ocean show its might
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| But leave me feeling brave
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| When all else is washed from sight
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| Wake me if I’m dreaming
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| And if all I’ve planned starts
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| Streaming through my fingers
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| Out of hand… grains of sand
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| Never let me hide away
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| In caves and shun the light of day
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| Let the waters gently steer
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| Me to my moorings far from fear
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| So I might come to comb this beach
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| Seeing what my eye can reach
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| And knowing that a heart can open here…
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| Open here
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| Lead me to the sand and sea
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| Sit a while beside me… and I won’t mind
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| Wait until the tide has turned
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| To see what’s left behind |