| you left your towel on the shore
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| tide rose up to pull you in
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| i was right behind, my feet in sandy dunes i sunk so deep
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| slowly you began to disappear
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| i know i have been here times before
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| like a fly swarms on fallen fruit
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| now i’m the only guest in this hotel with empty halls
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| silence is a wave that calls you back
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| not close enough to see
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| i have you right next to me
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| this fickle heart beats
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| to your silent kind of drum
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| i won’t let you be
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| like the stones under the sea
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| this fickle heart beats
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| to your silent kind of drum
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| we walked on the wire
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| tightly stretched above the ground
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| soon as i held on to you, i turned my head for something new
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| lost my focus, swept into the fall
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| i’m lying down flat with my eyes open
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| waking up a rerun show is on (husk rerun
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| letting in the draft to see the walls we had were make believe
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| expanding and deflating with my lunges |