| Oh, my morning tide
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| You rise and fall aside
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| On Sunday
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| Sunday, Sunday
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| With every crash you make
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| You pull and push away
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| Against the rocky ground
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| Though I stray for some time
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| I know I’ll come around
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| I hear the chimes that call
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| Your ringing seaside crawl
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| On Sunday
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| Sunday, Sunday
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| As each layer folds
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| The mist grows more and more
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| There’s an air that you declare
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| I have wanted to tell you
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| I hope to meet you there
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| By the shore, I’ll be waiting for you
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| Morning tide, I’ll be waiting for you
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| For I’ll see you on the coastline in time
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| That’s something to think about
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| That’s something to think about
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| By the shore, I’ll be waiting for you
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| Morning tide, I’ll be waiting for you
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| For I’ll see you on the coastline in time
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| That’s something to think about
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| That’s something to think about
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| The touch of midday sun
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| Broke from the sky at once
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| And echoed my own cheer
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| I am waiting, waiting
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| Waiting to see you here
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| By the shore, I’ll be waiting for you
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| Morning tide, I’ll be waiting for you
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| For I’ll see you on the coastline in time
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| That’s something to think about
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| That’s something to think about
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| By the shore, I’ll be waiting for you
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| Morning tide, I’ll be waiting for you
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| For I’ll see you on the coastline in time
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| That’s something to think about
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| That’s something to think about |