| Walking along the high tide line
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| Watching the pacific from the sidelines
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| Wonder what it means to live together?
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| Looking for more than just guidelines
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| Looking for signs in the night sky
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| Wishing that I wasn’t such a nice guy
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| Wonder what it means to live forever?
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| Wonder what it means to die?
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| I know that there’s a meaning to it all:
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| A little resurrection every time I fall
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| You got your babies, I got my hearses
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| Every blessing comes with a set of curses
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| I got my vices, got my vice verses
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| I got my vice verses
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| The wind could be my new obsession
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| The wind could be my new depression
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| The wind goes anywhere it wants to
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| Wishing that I learned my lesson
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| The ocean sounds like a garage band
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| Coming at me like a drunk man
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| The ocean telling me a thousand stories;
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| None of them are lies
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| I know that there’s a meaning to it all:
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| A little resurrection every time I fall
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| You got your babies, I got my hearses
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| Every blessing comes with a set of curses
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| I got my vices, got my vice verses
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| I got my vice verses
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| Let the pacific laugh
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| Be on my epitaph
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| With it’s rising and falling and after all
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| It’s just water and I am just soul
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| With a body of water and bone
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| Water and bone
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| Where is God in the city life?
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| Where is God in the city light?
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| Where is God in the earthquake?
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| Where is God in the genocide?
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| Where are You in my broken heart?
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| Everything seems to fall apart
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| Everything feels rusted over
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| Tell me that You’re there
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| I know that there’s a meaning to it all:
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| A little resurrection every time I fall
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| You got your babies, I got my hearses
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| Every blessing comes with a set of curses
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| I got my vices, got my vice verses
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| I got my vice verses |