| The ocean wants me
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| Never had to look under water
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| Has it been ruled
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| The never ending current pulls me through
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| Waiting, waiting
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| How it has been flowing since I was a boy
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| Swimming, lightning
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| Coming home, I am going home
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| Wash it all away, end up strong
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| These eyes have grown, these eyes have shown
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| Watching the horizon, hoping for
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| The cliffs to rise above the shore
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| The tide rises far above
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| The sky fades into the sea
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| The awareness slowly ebbs away
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| As light surely will find me
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| As calm as inside a womb
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| As the skies are filled
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| With shades of gloom
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| The watchers of time have foretold
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| That this life will find its way back home
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| Even a man who fights the cold
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| Fears the depths of his own soul
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| Under the stars that share his light
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| Sinking slow and reaching home |