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Same place, different reasons Wait for a stranger to say hello Climb up a new ambition Throw all your faces at the world And I cast you on, and hurl you into my life I'm a dropped stitch on your new scarf Holding on hope I'm taken out to sea in the flood Swimmer looking for the line Maybe you're my warning call Waiting for the hand to arrive First light, another station I dip my hand in the vitamin box You called it reservation Head full of holy corner shops And I cast you out, and pull you at the same time I'm never here when you want my Feverish spite and luck I'm taken out to sea in the flood Swimmer looking for the line Maybe you're my warning call Waiting for the hand to arrive (Brandish the grand bouquet) And put it right Taken out to sea in the flood When I try to dry your eyes I'm taken out to sea in the flood Swimmer looking for the line Maybe you're my warning call Waiting for the hand to arrive (Brandish the grand bouquet) And put it right Taken out to sea in the flood When I try to dry your eyes
Writer(s): George Foster, Stella Rachel Donnelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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