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i ran out the back door with salts on my face
down my nose in little droplets,
it poured like a lake, summer rain
i wish you were here to tame this shameful pride
'cause i woke up today feeling ugly on the inside

but if your sail were to drop,
you would keep moving along?
if your paddles were to sink,
would you find another way to get to me?
don't leave me hanging, hanging.

i think it's pretty clear now
that you're my favorite
you're my favorite place
with ocean in my eyelash
i see you in my words, i see you in my guitar case (?)

but if your sail were to drop,
you would keep moving along?
if your paddles were to sink,
would you find another way to get to me?
don't leave me hanging, hanging.

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