Under the pull of this high tide
Thinking about the old days
Thinking about these lines
February down by the shore
The waters never freeze
Despite the ice and snow
The snow up to your knees
Bright grey sky, make your eyes feel sore
As you walk into the breeze
All you had to know
You knew when you were three
Oh, you walk so slowly Under the pull of this high tide Thinking about the old days Thinking about these lines February down by the shore The waters never freeze Despite the ice and snow The snow up to your knees Bright grey sky, make your eyes feel sore As you walk into the breeze All you had to know You knew when you were three Explain Request ×
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