No More Surprises

As the tide goes out, the mood begins
Everything will be better soon

Cause there ain't nothing wrong with being alive
But if you gotta take drugs man, just take enough to survive

Find an excuse to hide it
Break it down, simplify it
The theory exists, apply it
There's no escape

As the friction burns, like a wound it tears
Ain't nobody saying prayers for me
Cause it brings you down, sews shut your mouth

Someday its gonna be you

Find an excuse to hide it
Break it down, simplify it
The theory exists, apply it
There's no escape

As the tide goes out...



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Michael Cohen, Lindsay Hames, Maria Silver
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