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Too bored of wearing black
Too short and simple on a track
Guarding my heart like some artifact
Burning beneath the mask
Too tall to stand under the glass
Naked still feels like the front of the class

In your shell, I hear the coast
Now those waves are getting close
Hesitate when I throw
Cannonballs in your boat

Lost track of keeping count
Of every fossil of a doubt
Was there a world before mirrors in every room of the house?
Thought it was over then
The circle breaks to start again
I know this treasure map as well as the back of my hand

In your shell I hear the coast
Now those waves are getting close
Hesitate when I throw
Cannonballs in your boat

I made you into my romance
I turned you into something
You’re my melting wax sculpture, you’re my glass figurine
Now I’m staring up the east coast
Streamlined on a whim
I’d jump in the Potomac, but I guess I think I forgot how to swim

You walk on a whisper
You hide in the crowd
Your conversation as light as a feather
We float unpredictably around
That rooftop’s always with me

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