Oceanic - Imaad Wasif, Two Part Beast

Well it’s oceanic

On the carousel

In the whirlwinds of

This ancient road

You got a little cloud

Hanging over your head

And there’s no way of knowing how you’re gonna get over it

But you got to get over it

For your own good

Take a dose of reality

Let your (?)

You’re only insecure

When you’re up the hill

The unfamiliar feeling sets in

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Well I’m lovesick

It’s panoramic

I count the sleepless nights

That I never right

Every word that I said

From love in Tokyo

Was out of context

Out of conflict

Oh no

With a severed screaming release

And the hallowed intrigue

Oh well it just doesn’t seem

Even when I leave

And you’re out of sight

With no contact

And the pull’s so strong

But I know that I’m not on the wrong track

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