Sleepy Sunday morning, afternoons in the sun
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Monday is waiting, waiting its turn
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Daylight has wilted,
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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 an island far away
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Nights spent gazing up at the stars
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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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So tell me, dear, is it true:
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The more that you know, the less you believe in?
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Tides of tomorrow
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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 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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So tell me, dear, is it true:
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The less that you know,
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The more you believe in?
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Tides of tomorrow
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How they ebb and how they flow!
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Tides of Tomorrow
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| Cave-In |
