| Oh, sometimes I look out to the sea
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| And I see the birds and I feel the breeze
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| And I want the waves and the rocks
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| And the leaves to define me And sometimes I look up to the sky
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| And I see the clouds and I see the light
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| And I want the stones and the mud
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| And the night to define me
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| 'Cause I am the insect in the jar
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| I am the fly caught in the tar
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| I am the worm inside your drain
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| Yes we all come back to the primitive again
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| Oh, sometimes I look out to the sea
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| And I see the birds and I feel the breeze
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| And I want the waves and the rocks
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| And the trees to define me And sometimes I look up to the sky
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| And I see the clouds and I see the light
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| And I want the stones and the mud
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| And the night to define me
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| 'Cause I am the insect in the jar
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| I am the fly caught in the tar
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| I am the worm inside your drain
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| Yes we all come back to the primitive again
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| 'Cause I am the insect in the jar
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| I am the fly caught in the tar
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| I am the worm inside your drain
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| Yes, we all come back to the primitive again
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| And we all come back to the primitive again
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| And we all come back to the primitive again
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| And we all come back to the primitive again
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| The primitive again
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| The primitive again |