| Loves the pacific
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| Full of wide, unspecific dreams
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| And you can get lost there
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| A thousand miles on place full with dreams
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| Oh, why do we do it
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| All the stuff that’s got in the way
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| Oh, why do we do it
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| Drown ourselves under our own waves
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| It’s for the peace, for the blue
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| For the feeling of being with you
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| For the light in those eyes
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| And the feeling of being surprised
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| Of being surprised
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| For the feeling of being surprised
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| Of being surprised
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| For the feeling of being surprised
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| And it gets confusing
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| When yesterday you were in my hands
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| And now it just feels like
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| We’re on the shores of a different land
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| Searchin' for sunshine
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| And and adjustin' our captain days
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| A walk in our own lines
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| Feels so strange when you’re used to hurt
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| And the warmth of her sun
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| And the feelin' of being someone
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| For the warmth of her sun
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| And the feeling of being at one
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| Of being at one
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| For the feeling of being at one
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| Of being at one
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| For the feeling of being at one
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| Of being at one |