| Tides are pulling, pulling me back to you
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| Dragging me under, making me new
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| It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful
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| It’s making me scared
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| I don’t know where it’s going
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| Clothed in pale gray
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| Rolling like driftwood
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| Waving at distant planes
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| I feel it against my paper cuts
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| And I’m holding onto nothing
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| Clinging to the void as I’m riding the waves
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| It’s making me new again
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| Like a rain of bombs we’ll fall to you
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| Through the blue, through the blue
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| Tides are pulling me
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| I’m lost in the pale rain
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| I’m clutching at debris
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| I’m trying to stay awake
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| The water level rises
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| I’m miles from the shore now
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| And I’m riding the waves
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| Dragging me under again
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| Like a rain of bombs we’ll fall to you
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| Through the blue, through the blue
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| Like a rain of bombs we’ll drop from the sky
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| A rain of fire, a rain of fire
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| Tides are pulling, pulling me back to you
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| Taking my hand, dragging me under
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| It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful
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| Pulling me under, pulling me through
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| Tides are pulling, pulling me back to you
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| Taking me over, making me new
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| It’s wonderful, it’s wonderful
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| Pulling me under, pulling me back to you |