| It goes on forever along the shoreline
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| It never will end on the shores of my mind
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| I travel along‘til the sleep takes me in Where have I ended, where do I begin?
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| Sand blankets are littered with stones whipped across
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| Dead things in the water, forgotten or lost
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| The branches have surfaced and now they are lean
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| The trees have washed up here
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| Stripped bare, and washed clean
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| The waves kiss and gently caress on the shore
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| Kissing and winking, and calling for more
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| The waves like wagging tongues do adore
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| And whisper there softly to the sand on the shore
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| You would be nothing without me I could be nothing
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| Said the waves to the sand
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| I could be nothing without you
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| Each ones shifts and weakens a little
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| Neither aware just how much they are brittle
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| Each one shifts and weakens a bit
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| Allowing the other to live and exist
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| O water and patience, pressure and time
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| Cuts through the faces of rocks we have climbed
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| The army of kisses, the lake never tires
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| The kisses that can put out all of my fires
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| You could be nothing without me I could be nothing
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| Said the waves to the sand
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| I could be nothing without you
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| Without you, I would be nothing
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| Without me, you could be nothing
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| Said the waves to the sand
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| I could be nothing without you |