Of all the churning random hearts
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Under the sun
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Eventually fading into night,
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These two are opening now
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As we lie, I touch you
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Under fuller light.
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Girl, if you're a seascape
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I'm a listing boat, for the thing carries every hope.
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I invest in a single light.
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The choice is yours to be loved
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Come away from an emptier boat.
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'Cause when the dead moon
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Rises again
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We've no time to start a protocol
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To have us in.
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And when the dog slides
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Underneath a train,
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There's no cry, no use to searching for
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What mutts remain.
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Throw all consequence aside
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The chill aspire, people set alight.
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Of all the intersecting lines in the sand
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I routed a labyrinth to your lap.
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I never used a map sliding off the land
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On an incidental tide,
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And along the way you know, they try
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They try.
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And we got sea legs
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And we're off tonight
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Can I've that to which they've no right?
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You belong to a simpler time
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I'm a victim to the impact of these words,
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And this rhyme.
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'Cause when that dead moon
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Rises again
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We've no time to start a protocol
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To have us in.
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And when the dog slides,
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Open the door, and where'd she go?
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There's no time, no use to searching for
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The mutts remains.
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Throw consequence aside
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And the chill aspire, people set alight.
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Sea Legs
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| The Shins |
