In the morning, I'm alive, she is the tide that cleanses my mind.
I'm the light off the shore, where the waves they get choppy time to time.
There is a wall in between, with an invisible seam.
It's an impossible wait if you rely on fate,
so it's a push that you need, and the tide must receed.
No stone will be saved when I build the great wave.
(I hear the siren lost at see, and she's calling to me.)
Fall into the blue of your eyes.
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