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Tekster: Oceana. Barracuda, Capital Of The World.

Up by the house there's water
Drinking it up
Poor little kid
Now, now, now, now

As cleanest as your heart is; level headed
I don't hide, only talk
Just when every bed states
And every inch of me said it
The cost had diseases
My feet show that it's all I did.
Welcoming a clean bed
Welcoming a clean head

I see it, I feel it, I see it speak to me
and every part of me is leading to better things.
Why did the pieces with you fit in and only just
Hoping for perfection
It?s over and over again

Connecting in to your heart, when we finally see it
The whole world never made this much sense
And every inch of me said it
The cost has diseases
My feet show that it's all I did
Welcoming a clean bed
Welcoming a clean head

I see it, I feel it, I see it?s me, it?s me
and every part of me is leading to better things.
Why did the pieces with you fit in and only just
Hoping for perfection
It?s over and over again
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