| We built our homes far away from the sea
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| So afraid of the world that lies underneath
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| We make ourselves a boat from the trees
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| And a quay to depart to a land made of dreams
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| To the bottom, I sink
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| And then I start to think
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| Maybe i’m made of ink
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| I’m done letting the waves wash over me
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| So the city and the sea
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| Can return to how they should be
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| We’re still painting blueprints on canvas
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| With our bare hands
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| But now we need to start again
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| And return to form
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| At the edge of the water
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| We’re sinking faster
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| Into a bottomless sea
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| Accepting of all these is and can be
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| Accepting of all there is and can be, accepting of all there is
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| Accepting of all there is and can be, accepting of all there is
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| Mother nature, sing to us your favourite song
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| Serenade me, serenade me until i’m dead and gone
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| Oh, father time, you’ve turned on us, the sand it flows
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| I can’t escape it, can’t escape it
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| I’ve grown old
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| From the bottom, I rise
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| Disillusioned and mesmerised
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| Under the warm sunlight
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| I’m done letting the waves wash over me
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| So the city and the sea
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| Can return to how they should be
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| We’re still painting blueprints on canvas
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| With our bare hands
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| But now we need to start again
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| And return to form
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| At the end where we all return to the earth
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| There’s nothing left of us but dust
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| Dust in the breeze, I just can’t believe
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| That this wonderful world has taken a liking to me
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| And I still believe that the waves should wash
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| Over me
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| I’m done letting the waves wash over me
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| So the city and the sea
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| Can return to how they should be
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| We’re still painting blueprints on canvas
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| With our bare hands
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| But now we need to start again
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| And return to form at the end
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| In winter we’ll hide away
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| Can the summer come out to play?
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| Because we’re sitting in the solstice
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| I promised you that day
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| Mother nature, sing to us your favourite song
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| Serenade me, serenade me until i’m dead and gone
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| Oh, father time, you’ve turned on us, the sand it flows
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| I can’t escape it, can’t escape it
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| I’ve grown old |