(Verse)
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Talking with myself in the middle of
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Talking a cough drop tipping from my mouth like a love shot
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My writer¡¯s blocking oh oh oh
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(Verse)
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Sick of all the small talk, tipping non-stop
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In the open mouth crazy before we hug
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So we got more, a blood clot pen oh oh oh
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Oh maybe I could be clean
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Yea, maybe I could be clean
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(Chorus)
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We¡¯re on your shore again
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I can feel the ocean
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I can feel your open arms
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That pure emotion
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I¡¯m finally free again
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Like my own explosion
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We¡¯re on your shore again
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I can feel the ocean
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(Verse)
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Saltwater running through my veins like a run spot
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Like I got caught, saltwater like your teardrop
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With this saltwater heart oh oh oh
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(Verse)
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Now it¡¯s a non-stop thought but I¡¯ve been thinking non-stop
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At the fact that my body¡¯s made most out of raindrops
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With this saltwater heart oh oh oh
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Oh maybe I could wash clean
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Yea maybe I could believe
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(Chorus)
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We¡¯re on your shore again
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I can feel the ocean
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I can feel your open arms
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That pure emotion
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I¡¯m finally free again
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Like my own explosion
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We¡¯re on your shore again
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I can feel the ocean
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(Bridge)
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Maybe I could wash clean
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Yea maybe I could wash clean
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On my land of dreams
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And maybe I could believe
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(Chorus)
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We¡¯re on your shore again
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I can feel the ocean
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I can feel your open arms
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That pure emotion
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I¡¯m finally free again
|
Like my own explosion
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We¡¯re on your shore again
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I can feel the ocean
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I can feel the ocean
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Saltwater Heart
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| Switchfoot |
