I get deflated thinking about this now
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but i've got got so far away
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from where I thought I would be
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and this town with it's burning air
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and downpour everyday is weighing hard on me.
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But I can't fight the ebb and flow,
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it's still pulling me.
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And shifting all the time,
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the ebb and flow pulling me with it,
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asking me all the time to give into it.
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I'm equating this town
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as this thing that defines me
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but where I go I still will be.
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And i'm wrong so long as I remain
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letting the past hold on to me,
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letting myself get lost in it.
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But I can't fight the ebb and flow,
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it's still pulling me.
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And shifting all the time,
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the ebb and flow pulling me with it,
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asking me all the time to give into it.
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The Ebb And Flow
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| Hot Water Music |
