(Beth Nielsen Chapman)
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I want to hold you now
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And listen to you breathe
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It's like the ocean sound
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Whispering through the trees
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In the hollow of your shoulder
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There's a tide pool of my tears
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Where the waves came crashing over
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And the shoreline disappears
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Baby close your eyes
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Fly back there with me
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Where the phosphor shines
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Green flashlights from the sea
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Our nets were full of soft shells
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Our hearts were free from toil
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And we made love on the kitchen table
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Till the water reached a boil
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We hold it all for a little while, don't we...
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Kiss the dice, taste the rain
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Like little knives upon our tongue
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We can do no wrong when the lights come on
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And the music plays
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And we take the stage like we own the place
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As if time were cheap and the night forever young
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So let 'em turn my soul
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Seven shades of blue
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And with the ocean's roll
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I will wave to you
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And the birds will sing my laughter
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And the whales will steal my song
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And I'll be ok forever after
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And the world will get along
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Seven Shades Of Blue
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| Beth Nielsen Chapman |
