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Lead me to the sand and sea |
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Sit a while beside me... and I won't mind |
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Wait until the tide has turned |
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To see what's left behind |
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Then I'll search for things to save |
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Wake me if I'm dreaming |
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And if all I've planned starts |
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streaming through my fingers |
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Out of hand... grains of sand |
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Let the woman I'll become |
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Dare to walk the shoreline... |
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and to ride the wave |
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Let the ocean show its might |
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But leave me feeling brave |
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When all else is washed from sight |
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Wake me if I'm dreaming |
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And if all I've planned starts |
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streaming through my fingers |
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Out of hand... grains of sand |
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Never let me hide away |
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In caves and shun the light of day |
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Let the waters gently steer |
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Me to my moorings far from fear |
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so I might come to comb this beach |
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Seeing what my eye can reach |
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And knowing that a heart can open here... |
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open here |
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Lead me to the sand and sea |
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Sit a while beside me... and I won't mind |
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Wait until the tide has turned |
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To see what's left behind |
