the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in
in your head, in your mouth, in your soul
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind
well I don't mind I don't mind how the hell could I mind
well that is that and this is this
you tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get
will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed










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