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Maritime—Tearing up the oxygen
If you drink enough water will I fade, when I'm out of your system forget things that I said, then the scenery changes. And cars have no remorse they take the world by force, we wish we could travel so relentlessly, that even in our sleep we'd surrender, you can do anything, and I should be so lucky. So now I chase my bags someday they'll take me home, my clothes are worn so thin they accent my bones, the sleep I've lost could rest me. But clocks keep slippery time, they paint the salt stained lines, of the best and the worst of the maritimes, when your eyes are off me, I'm alone. They could be anywhere, I should be so lucky. Tearing up the oxygen to find one another.
