| I was born in the deepest and darkest of months
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| And the fields were all frozen and raw
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| I was raised in the dawn of the hydrogen bomb
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| Ready for shock and awe
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| I was wakened by fear in a terrible year
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| When the ground opened up its jaws
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| And the sight of the dead coming out of the earth
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| Scared me so much I ran off
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| Hiding, taking shelter
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| From the wind, from the wind
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| I was waiting for the world
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| To begin
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| But I’m living and I’m breathing and I’m real
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| And I’m sliding (sliding) and I’m clinging (clinging) but you’re here
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| I’m riding on the tide of love, of love, of love
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| Riding on the tide of love, of love, of love
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| I’m riding on the tide of love, of love, of love
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| One night I got caught by the cinema lights
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| As I tried to get home in the dark
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| There was a terrible boy bringing terror and noise
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| As the scream echoed over the park
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| And the thought of that thin blade of a man
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| Made every bone in my body shake
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| I was barely alive from my nine to five
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| I was needing to stay awake
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| Hoping that you
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| Hear my cry, hear my cry
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| I was longing for love
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| Inside
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| But I’m living and I’m breathing and I’m real
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| And I’m sliding (sliding) and I’m clinging (clinging) but you’re here
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| And I’m riding on the tide of love, of love, of love
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| Riding on the tide of love, of love, of love
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| (But I’m living and I’m breathing and I’m real)
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| I’m riding on the tide of love, of love, of love
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| (And I’m sliding and I’m clinging but you’re here)
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| Riding on the tide of love, of love, of love
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| (But I’m living and I’m breathing and I’m real)
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| I’m riding on the tide of love, of love, of love
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| (And I’m sliding and I’m clinging but you’re here) |