And I know there's nothing more for us to be (oh)
And I feel the tide, its drifting, drifting (oh)
And I know there's nothing more for us to be (oh)
And I feel the tide, its drifting, drifting (oh)
Rolling waters of the west
Won't you...
Reach this longing soul
I couldn't get away
No get away
So I just closed my eyes
She's out of reach, I'm drifting, drifting (oh)
And I know there's nothing more for us to be (oh)
And I feel the tide, its drifting, drifting (oh)
And I know there's nothing more for us to be (oh)
And I feel the tide, its drifting, drifting (oh)
And I know there's nothing more
Yeah, I feel the tide, its drifting, drifting
And I know there's nothing more
Yeah, I feel the tide, its drifting, drifting
And I know there's nothing more for us to be (oh)
And I feel the tide, its drifting, drifting (oh)
And I know there's nothing more for us to be (oh)
And I feel the tide, its drifting, drifting (oh)
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