| There she goes into the sea
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| This is aging, this is love, this is free
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| There she goes, she’s airtight
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| Oh, invisible subway, oh, invisible lights
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| Oh, invisible tilting heart and mind
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| Oh, invisible darling
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| Your voice is breaking up
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| And out pours this night
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| There she goes into the sea
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| Where it moves like healing, where is tastes like mercury
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| But she’ll get used to all the salt
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| If she’s not already hooked on all the chemicals that call
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| Oh, invisible bride, where is your dress?
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| Oh, invisible darling
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| Your voice is tenderness
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| And out pours this night
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| Out pours this night
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| Fast-forward through the coral, though bones of highways white
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| Here history is illuminated, and each fragment’s like
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| A sunken liner where rust and silver wait for me
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| And I’m a wave butcher, cutting, chopping
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| Here I come into the sea
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| There you go into the sea
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| This is losing, this is love, this is me
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| There you go, it’s alright
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| Oh, invisible ocean, oh, invisible sky
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| Oh, invisible swimming heart and mind
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| Oh, invisible darling
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| Your voice is still with me
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| And out pours this night
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| Oh, invisible |