Now dissolve me, two tabs on your tongue
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A herd of shepherds to herd the sheep, sleep now my only one
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Broken sweethearts who sleep apart
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Both still pine for the other's side spine, spoon as sleep starts
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And pulse to pulse, now shush
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She makes the sound the sea makes to calm me down
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I am see-through, soap sliver you're so thin
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As I begin rubbing lathers up your state worsens on my skin
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And gold, fat-less finger to lip, one two three four hush
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And pulse to pulse, now shush
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She makes the sound the sea makes to calm me down
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She makes the sound the sea makes, I'm tired now
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She makes the sound the sea makes, knee-deep in the North Sea
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Dissolve Me
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