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Artista: Warm In The Wake It's not in the words that you read when you're off on your own It's not in the conversation that you had on your phone It's not in the vices that you'd like to think aren't really there What you seek...you'll never find it until you get there But your ship is still stuck on the rock Your sails are shot The line so taught to the ground It's not in the word you're afraid touse - starts with an "L" And it I could, I'd take your aches and pains and put them in a jar I'd bury them all in the backyard...deepest ground Oh how you might lose yourself when the seeker is found And your ship isn't stuck anymore The sails unfurled The wind does whirl you around
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