Let's go down to the beaches
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And run from the edge of the sea
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See what the movement teaches
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A frail sense of autonomy
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Cold toes in the water
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Two steps from freezing feet
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Feel the strength as you go in deeper
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And the cold consistency
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And if there's anyone watching
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You dare not turn around
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Till your arms are doing the clutching
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As your feet leave the ground
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Control or capitulation
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A new sense of affinity
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Having lost all the hesitation
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But back there it was just the sea
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Just a blue mass on the postcards
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Just a place to race the boats
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Just a waveline on the blackboard
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And now see how long the illusion float
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With risk co-ordination
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Swim half as far as you can
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We lose control of the situation
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When we think we've got it all pre-planned
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Back in dead-air building blocks
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We lose the urge to take a risk
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And calmly change our sandy socks
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Wishing there was more that this
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Stuck in these concrete houses
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We dry out in the heat
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Invent the worst excuses
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To stay there permanently
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Too many regulations
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Too many rituals
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The biggest risk was taken
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Deep-ending in the swimming pool
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The structured sand and water
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Reflects our structures lives
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We swim but never further
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Than the constraints of our minds
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Let's get back to the beaches
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Wider than a postcard
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And run straight into the sea
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Longer than a holiday
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That's what the movement teaches
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Sink or swim spontaneity
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You'll see what citizen can be
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If we recall the deep blue sea
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That evolved our weary brains
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Getting shrunk from too much stress
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We either get back into swimming
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Or we sink into a mess!
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Sink Or Swim
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Citizen Fish |