First the tide rushes in. Plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea. And the sea is very still once more. . So I rush to your side. Like the on coming tide.
First the tide rushes in. Plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea. And the sea is very still once more. . So I rush to your side. Like the oncoming tide.
I don't want to fight every single night. Everything I want is in your eyes. You and me go back to places I don't know to care. The spoils of all I got were left for scraps.
First the tide rushes in. Plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea. And the sea is very still once more. . So I rush to your side. Like the oncoming tide.
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Black tarantula, time for the massive come sing ya. Black tarantula, don't play with my style I might sting ya. Black tarantula, you want me inject me bacteria.
Your kisses take me to Shangri-La. Each kiss is magic that makes my little world a Shangri-La. A land of bluebirds and fountains and nothing to do. But cling to an angel that looks like you.
First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea and the sea is very still once more. So I rush to your side like the oncoming tide.
First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea and the sea is very still once more. So I rush to your side like the oncoming tide.
First the tide, rushes in you. Is a kiss from the shore. A voice softly speak. And the sea is fairer still. Once more. So I rushed to your side. Like the arm coming tide.
Hello, woo, hey. . Here's a little story 'bout a boy named Joey. King of the world, got a very long story. Made a lot of money, live a life of glory. Did what he done but he end up sorry.
First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore. Then rolls out to sea and the sea is very still once more. So I rush to your side like the oncoming tide.
Your kisses take me to Shangri-La. Each kiss is magic. That makes my little world a Shangri-La. . A land of bluebirds and fountains. And nothing to do.