| Maybe I, I’m just way too cynical
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| And too ideological for dreams
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| I’ll admit I like staring at your face
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| And memorize it just in case tomorrow comes too soon
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| 'Cause life’s made up of goodbye kisses
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| So delicious they make me cry
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| 'Cause I die every time I let my heart surrender
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| High tide pulls me in and carries me away
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| You knew going in I couldn’t stay forever, no
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| I’m just too cynical
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| What we see may not be reality
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| And that’s the stuff that frightens me inside
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| There’s something there invisible to the naked eye
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| Subliminal but conscious at the same time
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| But I could swim inside your blue eyes
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| And leave a little piece of me
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| 'Cause I die every time I let my heart surrender
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| High tide pulls me in and carries me away
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| You knew going in I couldn’t stay forever, no
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| I’m just too cynical
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| In this world a girl can’t help but question everything
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| 'Cause I die every time I let my heart surrender
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| High tide pulls me in and carries me away
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| You knew going in I couldn’t stay forever, no
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| I’m just too cynical
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| Oh no, I’m just too cynical |