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Paroles: The Black Heart Procession. Blue Water.

I fell like a dove into the desert
barely breathing my tears built (filled) an ocean
I was out on a levee - I was out on the jetty
when I lost my self into the water
they came at night and said to me
to rest is forbidden
you must move or drown away
I'll be alive - I'll squeeze through the light