It comes and goes in waves... like memories I'm left to remember, was it...
a spark did it go out a desire...
Will the waves really ever put out my fire?
It comes and goes in waves... or is it my imagination playing tricks on me?
It comes and goes in waves and all I really have is me.
Do I know who I am?
It comes and goes in waves and I am left with sand in my toes.
This part my friend is the wave that comes and goes and carries me away.
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