I set out one night
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When the tide was low
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There were signs in the sky
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But I did not know
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I'd be caught in the grip
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Of the undertow
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Ditched on a beach
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Where the sea hates to go
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With a child in my arms
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And a chill in my soul
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And my heart the shape
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Of a begging bowl
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Undertow
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| Leonard Cohen |
