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Don't speak |
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Words come out your eyes |
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You're wet with this nightmare |
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Like thorns you hold these secrets to your breast |
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Your slender fingers closing into fists |
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Trace your bruise |
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Like a guilty streak |
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Hold the pain |
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You're a connoisseur |
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You think you have no other gift to give |
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But we have so much left to live |
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We don't need a lot of money |
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We'll be sleeping on the beach |
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Keeping oceans within reach |
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(Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.) |
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I will stumble there with you |
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And you'll be laughing close with me |
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Trying not to make a scene |
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Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean |
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Is we're gonna be alright |
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Yeah, we're gonna be alright |
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You can close your eyes tonight |
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'Cause we're gonna be alright |
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So come on now |
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I can almost see |
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That place |
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On a distant shore |
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And courage is a weapon we must use |
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To find some life you can't refuse |
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We don't need a lot of money |
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We'll be sleeping on the beach |
|
Keeping oceans within reach |
|
(Whatever private oceans we can conjure up for free.) |
|
I will stumble there with you |
|
And you'll be laughing close with me |
|
Trying not to make a scene |
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Etcetera. Whatever. I guess all I really mean |
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Is we're gonna be alright |
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Yeah, we're gonna be alright |
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You can close your eyes tonight |
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'Cause we're gonna be alright |
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All that I can see is your eyes |
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Close your eyes |
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Close your eyes |
