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I sat outside the Tate while it rained,
My feet dangling over the river Thames,
I thought about you my dear, and how we met and how we talked,
As I heard the ‘Englishman in New York’.
I don’t know how many times I have come here now,
To create or to take from the people around.
And as the world washed by my steady frame,
My heart pulses strange.
And the light from the river it burns my eyes,
My head feels heavy as I look to the skies,
My veins feel the pulse of it turning inside,
In me in the sea and the ocean and stars,
In me in the sea and the ocean and stars.
People around me can feel it too,
The taste of displacement in my views,
And the way that I feel about you,
And your arms that bring me home too…
The light from the river that burns my eyes,
My head feels heavy as I look to the skies,
My veins feel the pulse of it turning inside,
In me in the sea and the ocean and stars,
In me in the sea and the ocean and stars.
Is there anyone out there?
Is there anyone out there?
Is there anyone out there?
Is there anyone out there, out there, out there, out there, out there, out there…
And the light from the river it burns my eyes,
My head feels heavy as I look to the skies,
My veins feel the pulse of it turning inside,
In me in the sea and the ocean and stars,
In me in the sea and the ocean and stars,
In me in the sea and the ocean and stars,
In me in the sea and the ocean and stars.
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