C'mon Sea Legs - Immaculate Machine

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I can't get used to the changing of the tide, oh no
In theory it makes perfect sense
That's no use to me now
C'mon now, put a sweater on
And go outside for a while
You know that you'll feel better
And you've got everything to gain

C'mon Sea Legs, pull yourself together
You're gonna have to learn to like
The rockin' of the waves, whatever
C'mon now, it's not meant to be easy
But you're not gonna spend your life
Being sick over the side

Would you look at yourself, staring
Hypnotized, into the deep, green sea
A breath of wind could blow you away
So hang on to your head
An inch of fog, you think you're going blind
And an inch of snow, you're buried alive
All weak in the knees, and tense in the hand
You tear your eyes away or it'll never get better

I can't get used to the changing of the tide
On paper it looks good, you know
You can't argue with that
In practice, well, that's another story
You think all this time is easy to get over?
I'll do anything, I'll do anything
You panic every time the boat starts moving

C'mon Sea Legs, pull yourself together, c'mon
C'mon Sea Legs, pull yourself together, now
C'mon Sea Legs, pull yourself together, c'mon
C'mon Sea Legs, c'mon Sea Legs

Immaculate Machine - C'mon Sea Legs