If time is a vessel, then learning to love
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Might be my way back to sea
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The flying, the medal, the turning above
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These are just ways to be seen
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We all get paid
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Yeah some get faith before they die
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But the stars we will navigate
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Through the holes in your eyes
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How many days will it take to end
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How many ways to reach your hand, oh
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You and I
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Oh, so swoon baby starry nights
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May our bodies remain
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You move with me, I'll treat you right, baby
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May our bodies remain
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There is love to be made
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So just stay here for this while
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Perhaps heart strings resuscitate
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The fading sounds of your life
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How many days will it take to land
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How many ways to reach your hand, ahh
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Oh, you and I
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So swoon baby starry nights
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May our bodies remain
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As weak we move, I'll feed you light, baby
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May our bodies remain
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Oh yeah in history, I'll treat you right, baby
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I'm honest that way, hey
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Swoon baby starry nights
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May our bodies remain
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Public Pervert
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