| We live with covered eyes, convinced that we still see
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| Colored lies say we can be something more than lost at sea
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| Something more than lost at sea
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| A fragile version — A little more than a skeleton,
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| Like sand blown by the wind
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| Covered eyes covered ears
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| The most awkward glances so quick to wash away
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| Like sand blown by the wind
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| Nothing more than lost at sea
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| Nothing more than lost at sea
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| Cold string of lifeless limbs
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| Floating under violent tides and this heart beats strong
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| A fragile version
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| A little more than a skeleton
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| Like sand blown by the wind
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| No longer do I claim to come from anytime or anyplace
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| Still all of these faceless names call on to this nameless face
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| Call on to this nameless face
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| Cold string of lifeless limbs
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| Floating under violent tides
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| But this heart beats strong
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| Call on to this nameless face
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| A fragile version
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| A little more than a skeleton
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| Like sand blown by the wind |