| And you tread on the water
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| When you know you can touch the bottom now
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| It’s the southern way, said your mother
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| «Stay in shallow, shallow water, don’t touch the ground»
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| But then a slithering, sliding form
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| Catches you before you reach the shore
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| And as he strikes full of venom
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| You reach out towards the trouble
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| You’ve got him now but how
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| And you thrust him to the sky
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| Arms raised high you make a Y
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| There is no fear, there is no pain inside
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| As you twist and ride
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| This is how you remember yourself;
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| Arms raised high, needing no help
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| And you know you can’t keep this steady goes
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| Must release him somehow
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| As you loosen your hold, find you felt it is all over now
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| His body lifeless and cold, you throw him down
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| And you raise your arms up to the sky
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| Raised high you make a Y
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| There is no fear, there is no pain inside
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| As the sun still shines, on these drying eyes
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| Arms raised to heaven, needing no help
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself
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| This is how you remember yourself |