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Sleepy Sunday morning, afternoons in the sun |
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Monday is waiting, waiting it's turn |
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Daylight has wilted, and even though our sky has cleared |
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Time won't hesitate to burn away |
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Sleepy Sunday morning on a island far away |
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Nights spending gazing up at the stars |
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Tides of tomorrow, will they bring or wash away |
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Our loved-filled dreams of paradise? |
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All the world around us is ocean blue |
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All the world around us |
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So tell me, dear, oh is it true |
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The more that you know, the less you believe in? |
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Tides of tomorrow, how they ebb and they flow! |
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What a summer day, full of summer ways |
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It rains so warm in here, I can't believe |
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Counting constellations in the tropical skies |
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Chimes likes thousands of wet, teary eyes |
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Summer comes and goes, and who could ever know |
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If this, indeed, is our last one together! |
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Tides of tomorrow, will they bring or wash away |
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Our love-filled dreams of paradise? |
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All the world around us is ocean blue |
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All the world around us |
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So tell me, dear, oh is it true |
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The less that you know, the more you believe in? |
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Tides of tomorrow, how they ebb and they flow! |
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Tides of tomorrow, tides of tomorrow |
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Tides of tomorrow, tides of tomorrow |
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Tides of tomorrow, how they ebb and how they flow! |
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Tides of tomorrow, tides of tomorrow |
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Tides of tomorrow, how they ebb and how they flow! |
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Tides of tomorrow, how they ebb and how they flow! |
