| Don’t fight when the waves go through ya
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| Don’t fight when the waves go through ya
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| Don’t fight when the waves go through ya
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| Ragdoll when the waves go through ya
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| She wants to talk, wants to slow down and listen
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| Kissin' him isn’t workin' and she’s tryna word how it’s different
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| Difficult to define but it’s like he lost his addiction to her
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| To her, he murmurs «you're trippin',» but hears how his voice is distant
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| Ricocheting inside his of head like a pebble inside a jewelers tumbler
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| He mumbles until the confusion glistens
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| Polishes all of those out and spits them back out as wisdom
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| Whispers, wish we, we stay, like we, once were
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| It’s dumb, lets stay, like this, this way, a little bit
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| We can lay, some would say, so I say
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| Want to give it, another minute
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| Don’t forget it, before we live it
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| We could let it be
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| Still the sea but i’m lookin' for the land
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| Killin' me but i’m lookin' for my tranquility
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| Silly me, oh, the fragility of a plan
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| What’s done is done
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| You cannot become how you began
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| His head is swimmin' he kisses her hand |
| He lies back and stares up at the spinnin' fan
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| Don’t fight when the waves go through ya
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| Don’t fight when the waves go through ya
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| Don’t fight when the waves go through ya
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| Ragdoll when the waves go through ya
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| Cause somethin' shifted when he got back home from Griffith
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| At 4:00am feeling lifted so high
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| Climbed into bed with the taste of her lipstick lingering on him when he rested
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| his eyes
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| He saw an image, a skull that was lit like Christmas-like colors
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| So bright he started to cry
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| Found meaning in the feeling
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| Clever sentences never sublime
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| He thinks we kinda talk too much
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| What could lead outta this discussion baby — quiet
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| Can we be in each others clutches and lean
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| As each others crutches while she
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| Wanna do too much can’t you see
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| And it’s such a luxury we find
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| Truth in his simple touching
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| It’s small, but I know that we proved that it is no lie
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| And a man’s gonna turn to dust but what’s habit can never rust
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| If it’s right
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| Ragdoll
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| Doll, go through
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| Go through
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| Ragdoll when the waves go, go
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| When the waves go |
| Ragdoll when the waves go through ya
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| Ragdoll when the waves go through ya
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| Waves go through ya
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| Ragdoll when the waves go through ya
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| Ragdoll when the waves go through ya
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| Ragdoll, ragdoll, ragdoll, ragdoll, ragdoll |