And you tread on the water
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When you know you can touch the bottom now
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It's the southern way, said your mother,
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" Stay in shallow, shallow water
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Don't touch the ground. "
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But then a slithering, sliding form
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catches you before you reach the shore.
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And as he strikes, full of venom,
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you reach out towards the trouble.
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You've got him now, but how?
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And you thrust him to the sky.
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Arms raised high, you make a Y.
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There is no fear, there is no pain inside.
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As you twist and writhe...
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This is how you remember yourself.
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This is how you remember yourself.
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Arms raised high, needing no help.
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This is how you remember yourself.
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And you know you can't keep this steady pose,
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you must release him somehow.
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But as you loosen your hold.
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The fight you felt, it is old.
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It's over now.
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His body, lifeless and cold,
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you throw him down.
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And you raise your arms up to the sky.
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Raised high, you make a Y.
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There is no fear, there is no pain inside.
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As the sun still shines on these drying lines...
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This is how you remember yourself.
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This is how you remember yourself.
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Arms raised to heaven, needing no help.
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This is how you remember yourself.
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How you remember
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| Azure Ray |
