(Maxwell / Sigman)
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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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And the sea 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 through an 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
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In the dark, in the rain, in the sun
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Like the tide at its ebb
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I'm at peace in the web
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Of your arms
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Woah, woah
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Ebb Tide
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Ebb Tide
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Erasure |