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Pushing oarsyour arms are sorebut you own the seaand the birds are singing just for mebut then a hole you can't controlit's wearingand it's drowning meand the boat's swayingand the mermaids are prayingand the earth is taking mebut water turnedis air learnedI am the seaand the fishare taking to meand the wall falls awayand you swim what you sayand the weight of your dayis one hundred miles awayand it's clearwithout fearmy dearthat we'reone hundred miles away From Letras Mania