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Spill
Turn your head away
Slowly, from me
Spilling out, pooling in, I will be
Gone in the morning, didn't you notice
When I lied
On my knees
Begging time
In between
Intertwined
With you and I
The both of us
Out of luck
I guess the ocean always wins
I guess the ocean always wins
And I felt it rushing in
From Letras Mania