| I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge
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| At all of the lives that I never have led
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| There’s one where I stayed with you, across the sea
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| I wonder, do you still think of me?
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| I carry your image always in my head
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| Folded and yellowed and torn at the edge
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| And I’ve look upon it for so many years
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| Slowly I’m losing your face
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| Oh, the ocean rolls us away, away, away
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| The ocean rolls us away
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| Sixes and sevens, we live on jet planes
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| So many faces, I don’t know the names
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| So many friends now, and none of them mine
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| Forgotten as soon as we meet
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| All of these moments are lost in time
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| But you’re caught in my head like a thorn on a vine
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| To forever torment me, and I wonder why
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| Do I wish I’d never known you at all?
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| Oh, the ocean rolls us away, away, away
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| The ocean rolls us away
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| Oh, the ocean rolls us away, away, away
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| The ocean rolls us away
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| The sun and the moon, an ocean of air
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| So many voices, and nothing is there
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| But the ghost of you asking me why
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| Why did I leave?
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| Oh, the ocean rolls us away, away, away
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| The ocean rolls us away
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| Oh, the ocean rolls us away, away, away
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| And I lose your hand through the waves |