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Arms out the window
to feel the rain
salted wounds
I’d cut right through
this memory is all you

Blister in the warm spots
cemented blame
I’d hijack the season
drive you insane

salting your windows
to hold on your focus
if I keep you inside
I guess I’ll stay free

I don’t know what it is
didn’t know until I was gone
I really loved the breeze, but
couldn’t stand what was wrong

I was chasing licks of the sea
when you crashed into me
I was just passing by
when we became the sea.

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