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She says that she likes the ocean |
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There's a house up on the hill |
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Where you can just make out the ocean |
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There's a woman there waiting for your hard work |
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And every breath she takes is like artwork |
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And I think that |
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I can just about touch the ocean |
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There's 1500 miles between me and my next real smile |
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I think that |
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I can just about smell the ocean |
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I'm full of unquestionable devotion |
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But I think |
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I put a terrible thing in motion |
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She says that she likes the ocean |
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There's a house up on the hill |
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Where the air smells like the sea |
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I left my heart up there, rusting in the salty air |
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I tried to make it home but |
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I lost the key |
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It's been 600 days since |
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I laid eyes on your gorgeous face |
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I'm trying to make it home but |
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I lost the key |
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I'm waiting for the |
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Lord to set me free |
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I'm wishing that you were standing here next to me |
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She says that she likes the ocean |
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She says that she likes the ocean |
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There's a house up on the hill (She says that she likes the ocean) |
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Where you can just make out the ocean (She says that she likes the ocean) |
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There's a house up on the hill |
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It used to feel like home (She says that she likes the ocean) |
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There's a house up on the hill |
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Where the air smells like the sea (She says that she likes the ocean) |
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There's a house up on the hill |
