| Down by the waves
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| We’re holding on to all that we have
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| We hold it all
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| But the rise of the tide has its own weight
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| And we’ll know that the cries in the wind
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| Are the lies that we lived
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| I’ll blame it on the fires that you lit
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| You’ll blame it on
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| All the lies n’the games, but we both played
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| I’d retire but I’m struck by a want-to-know
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| Can we rise?
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| Going our way through the night
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| Can we grow and unite will we
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| Come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| We’ll come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| But we ain’t coming round
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| We ain’t coming round, round, round
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| Down by the weight
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| It threw me how you nighted the day
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| It throws me how
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| We’ll rely on the role that we’re both playing
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| I’d resign but I’m stuck in a need-to-know
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| Can we rise?
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| Going our way through the night
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| Can we grow and unite will we
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| Come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| We’ll come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| But we ain’t coming round
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| We ain’t coming round, round, round
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| Come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| We’ll come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| But we ain’t coming round
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| We ain’t coming round, round, round
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| All the way down
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| To fold a strong hand
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| Too great to overcome
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| Way down, way down
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| All the way down
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| To fold a strong hand
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| Too great to overcome
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| Way down, way down
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| All the way down
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| To fold a strong hand
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| Too great to overcome
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| Way down, way down
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| All the way down
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| To fold a strong hand
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| Too great to overcome
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| Way down, way down
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| We’ll come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| We’ll come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| But we ain’t coming round
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| We ain’t coming round, round
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| We’ll come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| We’ll come back to wait for
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| A greater dawn
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| But we ain’t coming round
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| We ain’t coming round, round, rouuund |