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Ocean WavesSo many wasted daysCome and go like ocean waves It hits me like a freight train And now I can't get off my face How could I have been so polite to simply let them die Who am I to spread my fingers after God has filled my hands Watching the moments slip through like desert sand Respect her ignorance Just in case she takes offense The darkness that's killing her Well that is just not my concern How could I have been so polite to simply let them die Who am I to spread my fingers after God has filled my hands Watching the moments slip through like desert sand You're not guaranteed tomorrow You're not guaranteed tomorrow How could I have been so polite to simply let them die Who am I to spread my fingers after God has filled my hands Watching the moments slip through like desert sand |