if sea has mind of its own
fills herself up to get to you
with her arms scraping shore
won't stop til she is really full
sounds familiar can you relate
greedy that's my tribe call it
how could she control herself
believe it, it her real nature
take, take, til nothing is left
while you give. give, you love it
time you can no longer afford
you're in trouble time to ask lord
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