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You've righted your ways
Its no longer about surfing
You've tried living without me
Now its time to admit you need me
BUT HOLD UP..
you gotta go
your at a surfing competition
you'll call in a bit
"Goodluck"
"Love you"
"yeah"
and again
youre gone
I dont know that you can commit to us
So as a secret to you.. But widely known to me
That goodbye was the final farewell





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