The way the water was
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Us wading just above
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Up in a golden tree
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Peering through yellow leaves
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We sat there searching for our spirit animals
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Mine up in on the shore
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We never once saw yours
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You scraped your stomach on the bark
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I cried up to you in the dark
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Awake before the moon but it came far too soon
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Oh
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Is it too soon to say it
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Is it too soon to wanna say it to you
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To you
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Is it too soon to say it loud
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Is it too soon to wanna say it to you
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To you
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Tonight I'm gonna fill your guitar with pigeons
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So next time you're left with just the rhythms as you'll be down on wings
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It's time you sing this out loud
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You will hear the beats from the street birds beaks
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As they fly to me from the south
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Is it too soon to say it
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Is it too soon to wanna say it to you
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To you
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Is it too soon to say it loud
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Is it too soon to wanna say it to you
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To you
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The words
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Well they slip and they slip right through and I don't mean to
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Oh
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The words
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Well they slip and they slip right through and I don't mean to
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Oh
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The words
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Well they slip and they slip right through and I don't mean to
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Is it too soon to say it
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Is it too soon to wanna say it to you
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To you
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Is it too soon to say it loud
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Is it too soon to wanna say it to you
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To you
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Too Soon
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| Hey Ocean! |
