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I’ve been cut a few times
I’ve been through the fire once or twice now
But it’s nothing that dramatic
Not when I line it up
Nothing when I look into your eyes
And every time the sky falls down
And the ground has crumbled where I am
You’ve been there already and the exit signs they light up



When I see you, when I see you, when I see you, when I see you, when I see you when I see you when I see you when I see you

And oh
There’s nothing like salt water
There’s nothing like salt water
And oh
These tears that taste so bitter
They fade, they fade, without a trace

As your voice blows them dry
Your voice blows them dry
Your voice blows them dry
Holy love
Holy love
Holy love
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