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Carry me down to the shoreline.
Bury me in the sand.
Walk me across the water.
And maybe you'll understand...
Once the stone you're crawling under has lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud is raining over your head
The sense, the noise that you hear is the crashing down of hollow years.
I love this song.
Bury me in the sand.
Walk me across the water.
And maybe you'll understand...
Once the stone you're crawling under has lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud is raining over your head
The sense, the noise that you hear is the crashing down of hollow years.
I love this song.