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C C9 G G Gsus4 C Em C D G Em C G Bm My twang caught up with me as I found my paradigm. C G D My accent didn't cost enough. I didn't have a way to make it through the brine to become the tide that she's dreaming of. C C9 G Gsus4 C She thinks about the ocean sometimes. C Bm C D She misses the wind blowing in her hair. C C9 G Gsus4 C Em She'll always be a far off shore to me and mine. C D G Would my clandestine feelings take me there. She swam out into the sea; she said she's way too good for me. I just mope on the shore with the rocks and the waves. And what's more, this metaphor is drowning me and forcing a love under protest behave. She's got her own little archipelago. She keeps the dock under lock and key. She's safe and sound from everyone she's ever known. This white-capped calamity is taunting me on the beach.