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The tide is getting low Where are you gonna go? My problem with the whole thing Is if you leave honestly I don't think I can keep in line I said I'll try But I bite my tongue all the time Don't need to let it show When are we gonna know? I keep on seeing your face in dreams And waking up on the floor The promise of the sea Distorts reality Part of me wants to turn from everything If we're a string unraveling I don't think I can keep in line I travel light And I feel it come on bright I don't think I can keep in line By sail or flight When I feel the sun come rise From Letras Mania