| Do you see the way that we have grown apart?
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| I don’t like it at all
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| Do you see the ways that we have gone too far?
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| Drifting off of our course
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| Do you see the ways that we’ve let plastic cover the ocean like snow?
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| Snow it always melts
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| With the seasons change and the summers help
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| One’s cold water and one was oil before
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| Oh, how much there’s left to learn
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| Lately I’ve been worried
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| I don’t know where to it is that I do belong
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| Lately I’ve been too busy
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| To smell the bottle brush
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| Just chasing laps around the sun
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| I’ve sat here and cried, salt running from my eyes
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| Wondering, «How the fuck will I end up with you?»
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| You just laugh and smile
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| Shake your head and remind me that
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| All good things can come true
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| Oh, how much there is left to learn
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| Do you see the way that we have gone too far?
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| We need now more than ever before
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| To come together put our differences apart
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| Stop drifting off of our course
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| Do you see the ways that we need our reefs just like our trees along the shore?
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| If it knows to help
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| Half of what we breathe in for ourselves
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| Is out of sight and on the ocean floor
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| Oh, how much there is left to learn
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| Lately I’ve been worried
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| I don’t know where to it is that I do belong
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| Lately I’ve been too busy
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| To smell the bottle brush
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| Just chasing laps around the sun
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| And I’ve sat here and cried, salt running from my eyes
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| Just wondering, «How the fuck will I end up with you?»
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| And you just laugh and smile
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| Shake your head and remind me that
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| All good things can come true
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| Oh, how much there is left to learn
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| Ooh ohh, how much there is left to learn
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| Ooh ohh, how much there is left to learn |