Seems I've got a funny feeling, the sea beneath is seeping through our shoes.
Maybe we'd avoid the sinking if we bent the breeze and didn't sail so soon.
I'll advocate the wind to break and bring about a change.
Gonna steal my baby, gonna spin him 'round and bring him back again.
Gonna give him some sense, so he can spend it on me.
Well, God above I've been believing, but I can't hear you in a quiet room
My silhouette has waltzed me down that winding hall, Lord, what shall I do?
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