| Riding on these waves
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| Holding on to what you say
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| «Everything will be okay»
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| «It will work out one way»
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| But I’ve drifted way too far
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| My arms, my legs, have grown too tired
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| And could you be inspired?
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| No, I’m just tired
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| And on a swing you push me hard
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| So I’ll come back to where you are
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| And you know I’m never far
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| No decisions, nothing hard
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| And I knew that it would rain tonight
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| I’ll take the bus or the next flight
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| I won’t give up on what feels right
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| If you see these tears filling my eyes
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| It’s just the wind that makes me cry
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| If you could feel this pain inside
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| It’s from the drinks we drank last night
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| It’s from the drinks we drank last night
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| And the shadow of our past
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| Projects on clouds of dust and gas
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| Wounds where my eyes will rest
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| The silhouette of loneliness
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| If you see these tears filling my eyes
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| It’s just the wind that makes me cry
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| If you could feel this pain inside
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| It’s from the drinks we drank last night
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| It’s from the drinks we drank last night |