Some people say
the good times only fade away.
They're gonna leave you alone again
to sink in the waves,
but the bad times they last
leave you empty like a dirty glass
or like the bottle you drink
just becomes another piece of trash.
Live in the sun while you can my love,
cuz once this sun's gone your sky will be black.
Live in the sun while you can my love
cuz once this sons gone he ain't coming back.
My father says
every wave comes and passes you by
and any wave that you love
is just an echo in your seashell mind,
and the bad times they last
like a car that's run out of gas
will leave you stranded by the roadside.
You'd been better off if you'd have crashed.
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