| Yesterday would have been too soon
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| For the praises I held
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| I did rob you of your will
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| I did bait your hope
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| Of your pupils that spread
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| Like seeds in soil
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| I did drain your eyes
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| Turned them stale of joy
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| I did drain your eyes
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| Turned them stale of joy
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| And the waves would shake your feet
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| And I saw you lose control
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| Control was out of your reach now
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| I bet you let it go
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| And the waves would shake your feet
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| And I saw you lose control
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| And you turned mad on sight I saw
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| Almost naked from what I stole
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| Nothing left to show
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| Derived of all but your glow
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| Oh, nothing left to show
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| Derived of all but your glow
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| And the waves would shake your feet
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| And I saw you lose control
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| Control was out of your reach now
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| I bet you let it go
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| And the waves would shake your feet
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| And I saw you lose control
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| Control was out of your reach now
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| I bet you let it go
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| And the waves would shake your feet
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| And I saw you lose control
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| Control was out of your reach now
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| I bet you let it go
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| I bet you let it go
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| I bet you let it go
|
| And the waves would shake your feet
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| And I saw you lose control
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| Control was out of your reach now
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| I bet you let it go
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| And the waves would shake your feet
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| And I saw you lose control
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| Control was out of your reach now
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| I bet you let it go |