| Why
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| Does she spin and wash up on shore?
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| A hundred moments too many
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| So
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| There was no one coming their way
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| Coming too many
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| In army and too much of everything
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| But not meaning anything
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| Army and too much of everything
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| But not meaning anything
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| Bleed
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| Like there was no other flood
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| They burned down our bridges
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| Bled
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| And hope they will feel it
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| That all the just have last glimpses of light
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| It moves too fast when she’s away
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| She’s a turtle and it’s a plague
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| The light it moves too fast when she’s away
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| She’s a turtle and it’s a plague
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| It all begins too much of everything
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| But not meaning anything
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| The light moves too fast when she’s away
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| She’s a turtle and it’s a plague
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| It’s all too much of everything
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| But not meaning anything
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| The light it moves too fast when she’s away
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| She’s a turtle and it’s a plague |