The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens
A depth perception languished in the night
All my life I've been sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud
(Ooh)
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens
A depth perception languished in the night
All my life I've been sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud
(Ooh)
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