| The sun dips low, the moon gets high
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| We’re just waves rolling with the tides, tides
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| Every time we say goodbye
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| We say hello to what’s on the other side, tides
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| Rain falls on a wildfire
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| The green grows from dirt
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| That’s black as midnight
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| What a wild life
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| Oh, friends come and friends go
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| You win some, you lose some
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| That’s just the way that the wind blows
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| And the wind blows
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| The sun dips low, the moon gets high
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| We’re just waves rolling with the tides, tides
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| Every time we say goodbye
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| We say hello to what’s on the other side, tides
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| Into the horizon we sail together
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| Knowing there’s nothing that last forever
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| And this too will pass, every wave will crash
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| They try to say that the end don’t hurt
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| The water’s wild but we just surfed
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| Endlessly, we’ll ride the tide
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| Standstill, cause the time flies
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| Years disappear like the clouds in the plain of the blue sky
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| And it’s alright
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| The sun dips low, the moon gets high
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| We’re just waves rolling with the tides, tides
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| Every time we say goodbye
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| We say hello to what’s on the other side, tides |