| Built with our hands in front of the horizon
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| Sculpting the sand that’s softer where the tide ends
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| Heartbreaks are trends that we are not inviting
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| We won’t pretend we’re fine when there’s a problem
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| Catching a train back north from Coney Island
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| Watching your eyes reflecting as the rail bends
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| Blisters that swell will burst when they are bothered
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| «Don't ask, don’t tell» applies in smaller volumes
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| Racing down the shoreline
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| See our faces shine, there’s love, melting
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| Taller than the hillside
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| With our laces tied above, climbing
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| Folding each plan, we’re back to where we started
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| Conflict’s a sham, it’s harder being honest
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| Workers we stand for poets under prophets
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| Leggings and boots, we’re off without a promise
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| Without a promise
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| Racing down the shoreline
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| See our faces shine, there’s love, melting
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| Taller than the hillside
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| With our laces tied above, climbing
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| I’ll never let you go
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| Just let your people know
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| I’ll never let you go
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| I’ll never let you go
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| (It's not just the way you sway)
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| (It's not just the way you sway)
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| (It's not just the way you sway)
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| (Lipstick or your pink beret)
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| It’s not just the way you sway
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| It’s not just the way you sway
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| It’s not just the way you sway
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| Lipstick or your pink beret |