Narroews hold scratch right from the sky
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And a moon holds a boat
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Like an arrow
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Shark care his ' as a moon is turning red
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He pulls in the time
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And we rise and we fall and we land were we land
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And he throw at the road just to stay were he wants
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On the river
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Shark care his ' as a moon is turning red
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He pulls in the time
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And we rise and we fall and we land were we land
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Our eyes open wise like the sky is turning red
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We calling in time
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Glad tidings in the bed
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And we rise and we fall and we land were we land
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The Tides at the Narrows
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