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All Saints, Pure Shores

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I've crossed the deserts for miles
swam water for the time
Searching places to find
A piece of something to call mine
(I'm comin', I'm comin')
A piece of something to call mine
(I'm comin', comin' closer to you)

Ran along many moors
walked through many doors
The place where I wanna be
Is the place I can call mine
(I'm comin', I'm comin')
Is the place I can call mine
(I'm comin', comin' closer to you)

Chorus
I'm movin', I'm comin'
can you hear what I hear?
It's calling you my dear
out of reach
(Take me to my beach)
I can hear it calling you
I'm comin', not drowning
swimming closer to you
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-
ooh-ooh-ooh

Never been here before
I'm intrigued, I'm unsure
I'm searching for more
I've got something that's all mine
I've got something that's all mine

Take me somewhere I can breath,
I've got so much to see
This is where I wanna be
In a place I can call mine
In a place I can call mine

Chorus

Movin', comin', can you hear
what I hear?
(Hear it out of reach)
I hear it calling you
Swimming closer to you

Many faces I have seen
many places I have been
walked deserts, swan shores
(coming closer to you)

Many faces I have known
many way in which I've grown
Moving closer on my own
(coming closer to you)

I'm movin', I feel it
I'm comin', not drowning
I'm movin', I feel it
I'm Comin', not drowning

Chorus
(Take me to my beach)