If time is a vessel, then learning to love Might be my way back to sea The flying, the metal, the turning above These are just ways to be seen We all get paid Yeah some get faith before they die Then through stars we will navigate Through the holes in your eyes How many days will it take to land? How many ways to reach abandon? Oh, abandon Oh, so swoon, baby, starry nights May our bodies remain You move with me, I'll treat you right, baby May our bodies remain There is...

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