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These Nautical Miles |
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"Mark my words, pretty soon we'll see the birds filling this gray sky" |
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I said it then but I can't say it now |
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I know this ocean that we row |
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had different plans all along |
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Eye to the glass we are faster than fast |
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X-ing the squares on the page we ripped out |
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from a better book than ours |
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We navigate the stars |
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They do not have any idea |
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and if i wanted nothing at all |
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I would wait my turn, wait my turn |
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and if i wanted nothing at all |
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I would wait my turn, wait my turn |
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I've cracked myself up trying to invent luck |
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Oh, make believe I never even heard about that stuff |
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So I can lead a normal life |
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not looking down, looking up |
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No empty quotes, no anchors left to slow |
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Hold your breath and beg that we float |
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These nautical miles, our trophies for the trials |
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And if I wanted nothing at all |
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I would wait my turn, wait my turn |
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There is nothing left |
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There is nothing left |
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And if I wanted nothing at all |
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I would wait my turn, wait my turn |
