(Tim Buckley)
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Long afloat on shipless oceans
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I did all my best to smile
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'Til your singing eyes and fingers
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Drew me loving to your isle
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And you sang, 'Sail to me, sail to me, let me enfold you.
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Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you.'
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Did I dream, you dreamt about me?
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Were you hare when I was fox?
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Now my foolish boat is leaning
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Broken lovelorn on your rocks
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For you sing, 'Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
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O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow.'
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Well, I'm as puzzled as the newborn child
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I'm as riddled as the tide:
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Should I stand amid the breakers?
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Or should I lie with death my bride?
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Hear me sing, 'Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:
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Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.'
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Song To The Siren
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| Cocteau Twins |
