| Once you rode a tide, it was always flowing out towards the sky
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| It was like a dancer who followed your steps
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| It was like a lover who could take you to the dawn
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| It was like a history you could throw away
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| Yeah…
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| Now the sea is throwing back all the voices who don’t want to drown
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| Every wave is like a soldier who will fade back into the fear
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| Where the soldiers are made
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| Trapped with your first class papers on a lonely dock
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| Where the future is a luxury to mock
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| You can laugh, you can cry, you can even bitterly grieve
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| But you can’t deny that it’s time to leave
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| Your indecision is poison, worse than broken bones or the coffin
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| Your either standing still or your running out
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| You’re like a safety door that’s stuck and won’t open
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| For a fire or a summer day
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| All you do is tire
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| But you don’t have to try — everyone wants to be deceived
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| But you can’t deny that it’s time to leave
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| I swear you want to say goodbye even more than you want to breathe
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| But you can’t deny that it’s time to leave
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| The enemy always lies
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| Hides like a match in a lump of coal
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| He won’t use his eyes
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| He hates you for your soul
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| He hates you for soul. |