| She’s out of her mind
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| Like the wind in a storm
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| Oh, like the ocean at dawn
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| As it disappears, with the riptide
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| She’s out of her mind
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| She’s pulled away by the moon
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| She’s ripped from her sleep
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| As the cold luna sweep gains control
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| Ooh, what you gonna do with your emotions
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| Ah, ones you barely recognize
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| In your sleep I heard you screaming, ooh
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| «This is not voluntary! |
| This is not voluntary!
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| If this is life, I’d rather die!»
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| In the riptide, in the riptide
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| She’s out of her mind, riptide
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| Like a muscle that swells
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| You know when you trip
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| Whether you’re well or sick, your body aches
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| She’s out with the tide
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| Gone to a prisoner’s dance
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| Where a monkey’s her date
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| Eating limbs off a plate with a spoon
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| «Ooh, what you gonna do with your emotions»
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| Said the seagull to the loon
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| What you gonna do with your emotions
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| She said «Please wake me up»
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| She said «Don't touch me now»
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| She said «I wish, I was dead»
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| With the riptide
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| She’s out of her mind
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| Riptide, you always win
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| It happens over and over again
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| Riptide
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| She’s out of her mind
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| Like a hurricane’s rain
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| She does not stand a chance
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| At this luna dance, riptide
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| I was thinking of Van Gogh’s last painting
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| The wheatfields and the crows
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| Is that perhaps what you’ve been feeling
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| When you see the ground as you fall from the shy
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| As the floors disappears from beneath your feet riptide
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| She’s going out of her mind
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| Out with the tide
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| Out of her mind
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| Riptide
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| She’s going out of her mind
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| Ah, with the riptide
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| She’s going out of her mind
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| Ah, riptide |