Cast out on clear blue water
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Saw nothing out there at all at all
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Picture a scene across to the other side
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Saw nothing out there at all
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Pack up some scant *possessions*
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For this trip you¡¯ll take to find
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what¡¯s right in front of you
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So you¡¯ll need some help on well goodluck
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good bye¡¦
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Take a look around you can¡¯t you see
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walls are closing in
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"I can¡¯t breathe" you say
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So it goes. So far like taking flight
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Near perfect, it feels like
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Spoon fed, It¡¯s like bliss.
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It¡¯s waning in and out and it
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takes the air out like a centrifuge
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Clear Blue Water
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| Letters To Cleo |
