The coast is clear.
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The coast is everywhere.
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I must have reached the end of the year
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Of searching for meanings in meaning
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The coast is clear.
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Tides rush in.
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Are we all being tugged by the same needy force
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That tugged me in, let tides rush in.
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That tucks us in with a kiss on closed eyes.
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It's something felt you can't describe
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We've always tried, we've always tried.
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Tides rush in.
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Fools fall from undertoe.
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For the chance encounter
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With something godsend.
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The gods haven't sent me a thing yet,
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And I know they never will.
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This epiphany is just a cheap handjob I give myself
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I give myself no credit for this,
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This bastard attempt at standardized song
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Is all I've got, and after years
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Of searching for meanings in meaning.
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The coast is clear
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Tides rush in,
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Fools for the undertoe.
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Tides Rush In
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