Everything is open
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Nothing¡¯s set in stone
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Rivers turn to oceans
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Oceans tide you home
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Home is where the heart is
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But your heart had to roam
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Drifting over bridges
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Never to return
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Watching bridges burn
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You¡¯re driftwood floating underwater
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Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
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Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
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Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
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Nobody¡¯s an island
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Everyone had to go
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Pillars turn to butter
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Butterflying low
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Low is where your heart is
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But your heart has to grow
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Drifting under bridges
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Never with the flow
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And you really didn¡¯t think it would happen
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But it really is the end of the line
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So I¡¯m sorry that you¡¯ve turned to driftwood
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But you¡¯ve been drifting for a long, long time
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Everywhere there¡¯s trouble
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Nowhere¡¯s safe to go
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Pushes turn to shovels
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Shovelling the snow
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Frozen you have chosen
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The path you wish to go
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Drifting now forever
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And forever more
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Until you reach your shore
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You¡¯re driftwood floating underwater
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Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces
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Just driftwood, hollow and of no use
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Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you
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And you really didn¡¯t think it would happen
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But it really is the end of the line
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So I¡¯m sorry that you¡¯ve turned to driftwood
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But you¡¯ve been drifting for a long, long time
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You¡¯ve been drifting, for a long, long time
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Drifting for a long, long tim
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Driftwood
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| Aselin Debison |
