| Shall we just go little wreck of my heart
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| Go for the waves out there
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| Oh I know
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| These are frightening seas
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| When old bastards are ripping apart
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| All what is kind out there
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| All we grow
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| And how wild we dream
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| Somewhere in this stubborn light
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| Over the waves and troubles now
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| I look out for yours like you’ll for mine
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| So deep in the arms of the ocean now
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| When the bird sees the solid ground
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| And now we leeway when still and so dark
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| Peace in the sounds out here
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| Thunder claps
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| In the distance warm
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| Another one follows I count from afar
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| I never get used to this
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| First the flare
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| Then the silence starts
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| Somewhere in this stubborn light
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| Over the waves and troubles now
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| I look out for yours like you’ll for mine
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| So deep in the arms of the ocean now
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| When the bird sees the solid ground
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| I’ve been counting on
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| The wind would know where I’m going to
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| And when stillness comes around
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| I ask what my heart would do
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| About drifting around
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| So deep in the arms of some ocean now
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| I see feathers on every wave
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| From every old used to be
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| Ones you loved
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| Did you let them dream?
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| I still lose it, I speak to myself
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| I ask out in nothing too
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| To the birds, why I’m singing still, am I singing still? |