She brings me water Sweeter than wine Lost in the moment Summertime Counting the hours Beating our time Shallow as any heart I could hope to find Move with the water Drift with the tide With no regrets To keep ghosts alive When she smiles She smiles for me Life runs out Like a pocketful of change Time runs out Like a pocket full of change Here comes the morning Blind and tired Pulled by the undertow This world of mine This world is mine When she cries She cries for me Life runs out Like a pocketful of change Time runs out Like a pocket full of change
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