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Hey B, I can't turn back the tides.But we could keep your brown eyes turning green,in the breaking light of morning, from sleepless nights.And I'll take a hammer to the shell.With a little of your love.With a little help.Hey B, I won't question why we lay in your bed till light...it creeps right in... through your sheets to guide my hands.I won't question why.But I'll take a hemmer to the shell.With a little of your love.With a little help,I'll take a hammer to the shell.With a little of your love.With a little help.Hey B... From Letras Mania