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blue/green waves
now if you die
come see me
we'll hitch a ride
green-tipped blue waves
the sky is a reflection
we're crouching in caves
you don't say a word
you take it like a man
after all you've seen & heard
we don't wanna talk about it
so we just sit with our thousand yard stares
it might be time we got out of each others' hair
come see me
we'll hitch a ride
green-tipped blue waves
the sky is a reflection
we're crouching in caves
you don't say a word
you take it like a man
after all you've seen & heard
we don't wanna talk about it
so we just sit with our thousand yard stares
it might be time we got out of each others' hair
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