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Winded by the Sea
By Blake Burris
My palms are burnt and broken
As soon as panga hits the plume,
I search far, wide and open
Waiting for the algae's bloom.
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Hard to distinguish colors
When you're blinded by the truth,
I search far, wide and open
and only seem to find a few.
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Maybe's meant for sinners,
Not for winners, yes it's true,
So, when you search far, wide and open
be sure to offer no excuse.
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The reel spins fast and heavy
To rhythm of a clicking spool.
I searched far, wide and open,
patience kept me calm and cool.
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While the action hits the sinking line
all I seem to think is you.
You searched far, wide and open,
only to leave the sea too soon.
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Ay yi, bye, bye captain
I wish I woke up with you.
Searching far, wide and open
just to tell a story from your view.
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