One day we'll wake up and realize-
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To make any difference one must simply try.
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Try to use words less than our hands,
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For change is a direct result of our plans.
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We've got no stakes in the ground.
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We've got no anchors tied down.
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Land or sea, there are no guarantees here, we know,
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There is nothing but our fears of being free.
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It feels deeper than any ocean floor,
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Our lungs no longer believe in any shore.
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So let's dry out our clothes and catch our breath.
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Our process implies our progress.
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We've got no stakes in the ground.
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We've got no anchors tied down.
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Land or sea, there are no guarantees here, God knows,
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There is nothing but our fears of being free.
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Finally, there's a mountain beneath us.
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But up here our lungs fight against us.
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Land or sea, there are no guarantees here.
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God knows there is nothing but our fears.
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Land Or Sea
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Sleeping At Last |