If I was a girl at sea
I would be swinging from a broken tree
I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
and if I could get back to reach to reach the saltiest of evergreens
You know that I would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes
I would be swinging from a broken tree
I would be down on my back looking up at stars at night
and if I could get back to reach to reach the saltiest of evergreens
You know that I would turn back just to fight the whites of iron eyes
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