Camping next to water
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A fish infested slaughter
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I feed the fishes into me
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It's misty within reason
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I'm hoping I don't freeze here
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I fuel the fire, feed its glow
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But there's no use in feeling
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All the things I'm feeling
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There's no one here to feel with me
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The second day is easier
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Though it may be breezier
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And the snow is falling down
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But as the fire smoulders
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I never will grow older
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Because I drink from waterfalls
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The stars above shine on me
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I beckon them to fall on me
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I'll catch and save them in a jar
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My feet a mass of blisters
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Collecting frost on whiskers
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As I taste the morning dew
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I think my mind is clearer now
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I want you to be nearer now
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I'm ready to come back to you
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Cause there's no use in feeling
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All the things I'm feeling
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There's no one here to feel with me
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Camping Next To Water
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Badly Drawn Boy |