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Texty: Telescopes (The). Other. Pure Sweetest Ocean.


She painfully glides upon me
Exploding oh give me away
And drops like whispering torture
Closes my eyes together

Pure sweetest ocean
Pure sweetest ocean

I wanna die where the ships don't ride
It happens to be, my desire, closer, to heaven
If I could live
I would live for you

Pure sweetest ocean
Pure sweetest ocean

All I care for you
All I care for you

Drowning with me now
Drowning with me now

Closing the door of tomorrow
Underneath statues of stature and grace
Towering silence, cowering windows, that see where you are
Not where you're going
Telescopes (The)
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