Love is chemicals with overland, over sea.

Cut our hands, sealed our fate for a moment to arrive.

We can hardly wait.

All in miles above the earth will dip our toes in gold and break this curse.

Well dream of day, on the archetypes of stage.

In its time to sail away.

The ocean view is broad and blue.

We'll sculpt ourselves like waves.

Opposities are a change.

Since we cannot stay, we'll take our precious things and go along our way.

We're at our mounds, said too much.

We talk to tough and through our way across.

Cut ourselves, shopping in our noise.

We're pairing for the battle of our boys.

Dream of day, now the dream is weak.

In its time to sail away.

Now the oceans are dried up.

We'll sculpt ourselves like waves.

Now we've grown as far as we can.

Where we can not stay, down thus.

That's just a dream of us all our way.

And I need it, I need it, I need it.

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