| So much of this past is dying
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| Ship’s leading away, into the antarctic line
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| Dimly lit lanterns on the starboard side
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| Navigating to hold onto the best times
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| Oh these are the best of times…
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| Night time constellation arch into the coastline
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| The coastline
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| The murky water between what’s best and a blurry mind, a blurry mind
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| Oh Eta Carinae, remind
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| Navigating into the best of times
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| Well I just want to be here now
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| Wasting all the mile long minutes
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| Waiting for the perfect song to start the perfect night
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| Sunburnt and further away…
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| This arctic line, reminds me of the highway
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| And further away…
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| Airplanes along the skyway
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| Be your judgement or be mine
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| Whether rain or measured gold, or to sunshine
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| These days have no limit
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| Well I just want to be here now
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| Wasting all the mile long minutes
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| Waiting for the perfect song to start the perfect night
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| Mile long minutes
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| Mile long minutes
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| Mile long minutes
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| Well I just want to be here now
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| Wasting all the mile long minutes
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| Waiting for the perfect song to start the perfect night
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| Waiting for the perfect song to start the perfect life |