Riptide

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I hold your hand

We run through the tide

I watch the stars arrive

As the sun starts to hide

I can't think of a better way

With my feet in the sand

How I spend my days

Holding your hand

As we run through the tide

On a beach in the midst of night

Without a single care my love

Selvaggio , con un luccichio negli occhi

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