| This is where we go to — to the blue of the ocean
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| On the 30 westbound to the diamond water
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| Lost out in the white waves — salt purification
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| Bright eyes and breathless — this is how Love feels
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| Wash away the black stuff, wash away the road-dirt
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| In the thrill of the wipe-out, feel it pulling you under
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| This is where it saved your life in the days of the new beginning
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| All the sweet redemption lines that you wrote and told a thousand times
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| This is where we go to — to the blue of the ocean
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| On the 30 westbound to the diamond water
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| On the back-lanes down to the sea we pulled to the side of the road
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| Danced together in the headlights beam to the songs on the radio
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| Cheek to cheek. |
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| We’re up on the cliff tops as the dusk falls and the wind drops down,
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| The last of the light fading in the sky out to the west;
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| And far out to sea, the water glows iridescent, perfect, like a promise
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| Of warm water in the shallows, cold water out in the deep,
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| Splashing on my face and rolling over, over, over. |
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