| You
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| I struggle not to break you
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| But you feel just like glass
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| Still your sharppened jagged spikes
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| Will cut me even if
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| I’m not the one who broke you
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| But the tide it always turns
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| As we churn from rock to sand
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| And the tide will always turn on me
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| I want to see the world in shades of blues and violets
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| If one day my heart should sink to silence
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| Restart it with electricity
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| You
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| Suck the venom from my skin
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| When I play with scorpions
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| And I pray that you’ll never change
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| And suddenly one day become the poison
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| But the tid it always turns
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| As we churn from rock to sand
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| And the tide will always turn on us
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| I want to see th world in shades of blues and violets
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| If one day my heart should sink to silence
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| Restart it with electricity
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| And the tide it turns and turns
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| As we churn from rock to sand
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| And the tide it always turns on me
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| Love and hate
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| Negate your true perspective
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| Hallucinate, it’s fake
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| But no less effective
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| And the tide it turns and turns
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| As we churn from rock to sand
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| And the tide it always turns on me
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| And the tide it turns and turns
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| As we churn from rock to sand
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| And the tide it always turns on me
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| And the tide it turns and turns
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| As we churn from rock to sand |