Clear blue water, high tide came and brought anda in
And I could go on and on, on and on, and I will
Skies grew darker, currents swept anda out again
And anda were just gone and gone, gone and gone
In silent screams,
in wildest dreams
I never dreamed of this
This Cinta is good, this Cinta is bad
This Cinta is alive back from the dead
These hands had to let it go free
And this Cinta came back to me
Tossing, turning, struggled through the night with someone new
And I could go on and on, on and on
Lantern burning, flickered in my mind for only you
But you're still gone, gone, gone
Been losing grip,
oh, sinking ships...
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