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I set out one ni ght
When the tide wa s low
T here were signs in the sk y
But I did no t know
I'd be ca ught in the grip of an undertow
Di tched on a beach where the sea hates to go
A chi ld in my arms and a chi ll in my soul
And my he art the shape of a be gging bowl
I set out one night
But I did not kno w
I'd be ca ught in the grip of an undertow
Di tched on a beach where the sea hates to go
A chi ld in my arms and a chi ll in my soul
And my he art the shape of a be gging bowl
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