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Ebb Tide |
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- Matt Monro |
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First the tide rushes in; |
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Plants a kiss on the shore; |
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Then rolls out to sea; |
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Then the sea |
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is very still once more. |
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So I rush to your side, |
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Like the oncoming tide; |
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With one burning thought, |
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"Will your arms open wide?" |
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At last we're face-to-face; |
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And as we kiss in our embrace; |
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I can tell, I can feel; |
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You are love, You are real, |
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Really mine-in the rain, |
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in the dark, in the sun! |
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Like the tide at its ebb; |
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I'm at peace |
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in the web of your arms. |
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(------ Misic ------) |
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At last we're face-to-face; |
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And as we kiss in our embrace; |
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I can tell, I can feel; |
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You are love, You are real, |
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Really mine-in the rain, |
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in the dark, in the sun! |
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Like the tide at its ebb; |
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I'm at peace |
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in the web of your arms. |
