| Talking with myself in the middle of
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| Talking a cough drop tipping from my mouth like a love shot
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| My writer’s blocking oh oh oh
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| (Verse)
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| Sick of all the small talk, tipping non-stop
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| In the open mouth crazy before we hug
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| So we got more, a blood clot pen oh oh oh
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| Oh maybe I could be clean
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| Yea, maybe I could be clean
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| (Chorus)
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| We’re on your shore again
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| I can feel the ocean
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| I can feel your open arms
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| That pure emotion
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| I’m finally free again
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| Like my own explosion
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| We’re on your shore again
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| I can feel the ocean
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| (Verse)
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| Saltwater running through my veins like a run spot
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| Like I got caught, saltwater like your teardrop
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| With this saltwater heart oh oh oh
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| (Verse)
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| Now it’s a non-stop thought but I’ve been thinking non-stop
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| At the fact that my body’s made most out of raindrops
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| With this saltwater heart oh oh oh
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| Oh maybe I could wash clean
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| Yea maybe I could believe
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| (Chorus)
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| We’re on your shore again
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| I can feel the ocean
|
| I can feel your open arms
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| That pure emotion
|
| I’m finally free again
|
| Like my own explosion
|
| We’re on your shore again
|
| I can feel the ocean
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| (Bridge)
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| Maybe I could wash clean
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| Yea maybe I could wash clean
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| On my land of dreams
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| And maybe I could believe
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| (Chorus)
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| We’re on your shore again
|
| I can feel the ocean
|
| I can feel your open arms
|
| That pure emotion
|
| I’m finally free again
|
| Like my own explosion
|
| We’re on your shore again
|
| I can feel the ocean
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| I can feel the ocean |