Isto é de ir às lágrimas

The Atlantic was born today, and I’ll tell you how

The clouds above opened up and let it out

I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere

When the water filled every hole And thousands upon thousands made an ocean

Making islands where no islands should go (oh no)

Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat

The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your  Door have been silenced forevermore

And the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row;

It seems farther than ever before (oh no)

I need you so much closer

So come on; come on

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