| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh
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| Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| I was treading on the beach
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| Summer underneath my feet
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| Somewhere I’d never seen
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| Mama led me by the hand
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| 'Til the grit stuck with the damp
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| And the foam fizzed adrift
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| When we both strode in
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| I can feel the detritus lifting
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| And it moves like I knew that I was free again
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| And without thinking I ventured out
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| Swimming
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| Across the sea
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| The current battles way down below me
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| Drifting
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| But holding on
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| I keep my head up to watch the shore
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh
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| Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| After many years had passed
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| Hoping I would find the path
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| I arrived at the start
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| In the shadow of a cliff
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| Memories floating in the wind
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| I squared up to the tide
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| On my own this time
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| I can feel the detritus lifting
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| While a teardrop tickled as it ran away
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| But it got lost in the wash I tossed
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| Swimming
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| Across the sea
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| I get the feeling
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| I always have been
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| Swimming
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| Across the sea
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| The current battles way down below me
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| Drifting
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| But holding on
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| I keep my head up to watch the shore
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| Swimming
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| Swimming |