All these cliches I say, I mean.
I want you to see what you mean to me,
but it’s so hard sometimes.
Where the waves meet the sand,
where the sky meets the land,
where I meet your hand,
that’s where I want to stand.
I want to stand.
And where’s my other chance to make my move.
To show you.
To tell you.
That I can’t live without you.
Where the waves meet the sand,
where the sky meets the land,
where I meet your hand,
that’s where I want to stand.
I want to stand.
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