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Perfect ripple in Atlantic mist will
End up breaking on the beach at Fistral.
If you catch it you can soar on its crest,
And just for a second you can be the best,

And in that moment you are finally free.
You dance like a butterfly, buzz like a bee,
Give a little wave as you jump off the board;
Fly into the cloud for the Tik Tok hoard.

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For each perfect ripple there are masses more
That break in the wrong way or on the wrong shore,
Or smash in at midnight under moonless sky,
Or burst over your head as you ask yourself why

You were two minutes late setting out that day,
or the traffic light was red or the queue was way
Too long in the town for the coffee store.
The price was the same but it Costa much more

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Looking from above as the clock starts to crawl,
And the tide is rising and it’s beautiful an’all
It feels like it washes all the dead wood away,
Floating all my boats at the top of the day.

Rumination creeps like a drug over me.
I’m Stone cold sober but my mind runs free.
Lowrie matchstick tubthumpers in matchstick rain
The sea knocks them down but they’re soon back up again.

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Crawling back and forth they go in os-elation
They’re going nowhere fast from the no track station
Iz’ee up or isn’t he it’s hard to know for sure
When you’re failing round and round to win a few seconds more.

Hazy golden seagull king on golden throne,
Lazing on the sand telling the sea to go home.
Can u te ll me why he’s Trumpeting so loud?
Telling us we cannot send our memories to a cloud.

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Am I dreaming now or am i awake.
Ordering that kangaroo was that a mis-steak?
Real *** noodle from a glass jam jar.
Who the **** spilled Coca Cola all over my car?

High tide.  Broken water makes the rocks disappear
And it’s now.  I’m awake, and I’m really really here.
When you catch the perfect wave you ride it till it’s done
Coz you never never know if there will be another one.