I wake up to ask,
"But will he ever find me?"
Slurring all the words.
Men have wandered Earth
In wonder, for completion.
They lived and they died.
I curl at the edge.
But will I ever find him?
I'm watching the sea ...
I wake up to ask,
"But will he ever find me?"
Slurring all the words.
Men have wandered Earth
In wonder, for completion.
They lived and they died.
I curl at the edge.
But will I ever find him?
I'm watching the sea ...
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