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Oh, come pity me, a poor mad sailor / Stranded on this love / Here I lie like driftwood, honey / Is this what I’ve become

What we didn’t lose with the summer rain / Comes back to haunt us in the autumn again / Open all doors and release the pain / Into the summer rain

When you point at the sky / What you hit will be far away / Funny that / With the naked eye