This is where the water becomes shallow.
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And nothing here is quite as deep
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as you hoped it would be.
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You wish the lines were drawn a little clearer.
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The tides have turned
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this drought will burn
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and everything is falling out of place.
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And drying in the sun
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shriveling and shrinking
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the hides are turning brown
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wrinkling and stinging.
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as you bury yourself
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deep in the dust
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of the sandiest grave you can find
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it's a new desert life.
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to be reborn again
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out of glass and of sand
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and you're shimmering and you are clear.
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this is where
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the water is shallow and nothing is as deep
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as you hoped it would be.
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and this drought will burn
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and everything's falling
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out of place.
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and you're glimmering and you are clear.
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A New Desert Life
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Further Seems Forever |