The Surfing Song Paroles

riding the crest, on my loyal water-steed
the shoreline lay as serene as could be
the million sunsets we shared
the crisp sting of the tides's rise and fall in our eyes

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oh, the battles we fought
the triumphs that we celebrated
do you recall the bitter taste of defeat?
our battle scars long faded now, the aftertaste remains
yet more determined than ever before, we basked in the pain

the thousand natural shocks of senility
whittle us down to the end of our wits.
we've got one foot in the grave
we're at the end of our wits.

x2 i'll join you soon enough

my one true friend.

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