| Leave all your clothes buried in the sand
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| Who knows when we’ll be coming back again
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| Come on in, man, the water’s getting cold
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| See if you sink or swim or float
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| When the tide came in we tried to act surprised
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| What could the ocean want
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| With the things that we left behind
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| Swimming back to land and I realized
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| It was the only time that year I felt alive
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| We booked a one way going overseas
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| Feels like I’m living someone else’s dream
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| I tried my best to keep from turning back
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| I’m scared, you may have been my better half
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| Oh, I’m on the edge about to choke
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| About to choke, about to choke
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| I’m on the edge about to choke
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| About to choke, about to choke
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| And the story ends the same as it began
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| I never know when I’ll be coming around again
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| Staring at the sand I realized
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| It was the only time that year that I felt alive
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| I’m on the edge about to choke
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| About to choke, about to choke
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| I’m on the edge about to choke
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| About to choke, about to choke |