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Such a perfect place to be lost
No lines, not even where land meets sky
There is no why, oooo
Ocean face, sea's embrace
Pulls my heels through softest sand
There is no then only
Beneath the waves, turmoil underwater caves
Survival’s not much on display unless you’re feeding
Perpetual decay rusted freighter anchors away!
Giver of life to catfish the eater of scat-fish.
Down down to see the headlights next to bones of Atlantic sea flights
Cold and darknes it bubbles up eventually to see the
Such a perfect place to be found
Bleeding me of desire to ever go home
I'll spin and drift